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His hands turn gold leaf pages
Then taught me to tie my laces
He could build a house
Strong as the good lord's prayer
Had two girls and never a son
Left his job and anyone
For cardboard boxes full of Sunday clothes to wear

Yeah, we're all just who we are
The apple don't fall far

Preacher's daughter, I love my father
Turned wine from water in my eyes
Bound together, sweet surrender
I forever know that I'm a preacher's daughter

I was the one he could not tame
Bound to scuff up the family name
And at seventeen I took off on my own
And like his will, I would not bend
I guess I got my nerve from him
We were made of salt
We were never made of stone

Preacher's daughter, I love my father
Turned wine from water in my eyes
Bound together, sweet surrender
I forever know that I'm a preacher's daughter
A preacher's daughter

I took him to the brink
He forgave me at the kitchen sink
Like an altar, I laid all my burdens down
And the day that he passed on
I lost a little piece of God
But I see his smile in the son that I have now

Oh, preacher's daughter, I love my father
Turned wine from water in my eyes
Bound together, heaven's treasure
I forever know that I'm a preacher's daughter
A preacher's daughter

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