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Every morning I wake up
put on a brand new day
Kiss my boy and grab my coat
And drive these eighteen wheels away
With the words I miss you daddy
That echo in my mind
And I think of all the years I left behind

But it’s too late to turn this truck around
Tell the boss I ain’t leaving town
Go home and grab a fishing pole or two
Me and my boy an that old bench seat
I wonder what he’ll think of me
Will he forgive the man this road turn me into
I don’t want to spend my whole life wishing
I shoulda’ taken him fishing

Well I pulled off the ramp I needed to stop
Cause He was tugging at my heart
I opened up his home made lunch
That’s when I found the card
There were two stick men and a dinosaur
Drawn in crayola blue
And the words I miss the most
Dad I love you

Is it too late to turn this truck around
Tell the boss I ain’t leaving town
Go home and grab a fishing pole or two
Just me and my boy an that old bench seat
I wonder what he’ll think of me
Will he forgive the man this road turn me into
Don’t want to spend my whole life wishing
I shoulda’ taken him fishing

Gonna put a large mouth on the wall
Before the years fly by
Everytime he sees it hanging there
He’ll always remember the time

I turned that big ole truck around
Told the boss I ain’t leaving town
Went home and grabbed a fishing pole or two
I wonder what he thinks of me
As we’re sitting on the bank of that creek
Don’t want to be the man this road turn me into
Not gonna spend my whole life wishing
Now I realize all that I been missing
Cause I took him fishing
I hope he takes his own boy fishin