In dollar's or in cents.
But as his children tend to grow,
The car begins to dent.
Despite the dents,and cuts,and bruises,
He loves his children still.
And stands beside them 'thick or thin',
And so...he always will.
The good times he encounters,
Far outweighs the gloom.
Though he would really like to see,
That they could clean their room
Father's love their children...
In good times or in bad.
And Dad's the first to be there...
If their face is looking sad.
He'll put his arm around his child,
Push the hair out of their face.
Kiss them gently on the cheek,
Their grief...he'll then embrace.
There's nothing greater in the world,
Than a Dad's undying love.
And though they try to pay him back
They'll never rise above.
So when you talk to Clinton,
And he's bragging oh so loud.
He'll raise his kids the best he can,
And know that he is proud.
And though sometimes they go astray,
And cause their Daddy stress...
You know he'd never change a thing,
And do with one child less.
Written by Clint Gardner 1998
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