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I'll make my papa proud
One day I will somehow
Mother says I'm strong
I'm the oldest one
Papa's tough as nails
He works the farm every day and
One day I will too
But first I'll finish school
Oeh, oeh, oeh, oeh,
The fields don't even notice, the trees don't seem to care
Oeh, oeh, oeh, oeh,
The pages of my story, written in the dirt
Written in the dirt
Papa told me true
One day this will all belong to you
Mother's proud of me
I'll run the company
Met this girl at school
Her friends are really cool, she's
Opened her heart to me
It must be nice to be
Oeh, oeh, oeh, oeh
The fields don't seem to notice, the trees don't even care
Oeh, oeh, oeh, oeh
The pages of my story, written in the dirt
Written in the dirt
Oeh Oeh
I'll make my papa proud
One day I will somehow
Oeh, oeh, oeh, oeh
The cows don't seem to notice, the cows don't even care
Oeh, oeh, oeh, oeh
The pages of my story, written in the dirt
Written in the dirt



Credits
Writer(s): Berry Krikken, Sebastiaan Weerman
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