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[Verse 1]
Here he comes walkin' through the front door
Smilin', smellin' like grease
In his favourite flannelette shirt
And his faded old blue jeans
He says, "Darlin', I've been missin' you
I've been thinkin' 'bout you all day long"
Then he says, "Sorry, baby," workin' on his truck
We got some time alone

[Pre-Chorus]
Oh, I'm not sure, what l've done right for this man
But I know, God knew what he was doing

[Chorus]
He's a hand holding mine, calloused and worn
But I've never heard him complain
He'll tell you that you look good no matter what
And that he likes your hair that way
He'll dance me under the stars
Makes me feel like I'm a million bucks
Thank his daddy for the man he raised
A boy that's into trucks

[Verse 2]
Friday night, down at the bar
I'm the little lady sitting on his lap
Hearts on fire and all this time
And you still can get me like that
I said, "Baby, take me home
Kiss me under that porch light"
Then he said, "Okay, you know every time
I kiss you it feels like the first time"

[Pre-Chorus]
Oh, I'm not sure, what I've done right for this man
But I know, God knew what he was doing

[Chorus]
He's a hand holding mine, calloused and worn
But I've never heard him complain
He'll tell you that you look good no matter what
And that he likes your hair that way
He'll dance me under the stars
Makes me feel like I'm a million bucks
Thank his daddy for the man he raised
A boy that's into trucks

[Bridge]
He's got the patience of a saint
Even on those hard days

[Chorus]
He's a hand holding mine, calloused and worn
I've never heard him complain
He'll tell you that you look good no matter what
And that he likes your hair that way
He'll dance me under the stars
Makes me feel like I'm a million bucks
Thank his mama for the man she raised, yeah
A boy that's into trucks, mhm

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