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Well I'm a man who likes the little things
A Sunday paper n old blue jeans
Lying next to my baby when she's still asleep
Dreaming her pretty dreams
I wish I could always be there
That I had world enough and time
But I must be out on my way and I think I'm gonna lose my mind
Oh no no
What if I don't make it back to you my friend?
Woah oh oh
What if I don't make it back to you and then
I won't see you again?
I see my baby's face when she's seventeen
I see her face when she's thirty five
I hope that I she still loves me then
I hope I'm still alive
I scream to the night I need her
Can she hear me where she waits?
I wish I could be there in her arms
But I can't escape my fate
Oh no no
What if I don't make it back to you my friend?
Woah oh oh
What if I don't make it back to you and then
Oh no, oh no, oh no
Oh I'll never see you
Again
I won't be seein you again
And if I die before I awake, oh I don't think
That I can rest
Until I've seen you again
No!
Oh no no
What if I don't make it back to you my friend?
Woah oh oh
What if I don't make it back to you and then
I won't see you again?
I won't see you again
I won't see you again!