I Gotta Hand It to You

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Billy Sprague - Pop

I Gotta Hand It to You

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I got a Father in heaven Got one down here too One always knows what's best And the other does the best he can do With a pretty little wife and a kid on the way The pressure was on and there were bills to pay So you took a job In a dirty little Texas town Well, I always wondered why And if you could have a different life Would you do it all another way Papa, I know you had your dream too But time sure slips away Well, maybe I'm a part of it comin' true 'Cause here I am today Standing on the solid ground Of the love you handed down And now that I see my dream Finally coming around I gotta hand it to you I gotta hand it to you After all you gave up And all you went through for me I gotta hand it to you The day I got out of high school Boy, I was ready to run Tired of livin' on small town dreams And feeling like a prodigal son So I put a lot of miles on a restless heart People started saying, hey, you're gonna go far Then I met a little dream Who turned around and broke my heart I guess some wishes don't come true But that's nothin' new to you 'Cause even so you went ahead And played your part And, papa, I know you had your dream too But time sure slips away Well, maybe I'm a part of it comin' true 'Cause here I am today Standing on the solid ground Of the love you handed down And now that I see my dream Finally coming around I gotta hand it to you I gotta hand it to you After all you gave up And all you went through for me I gotta hand it to you I'm still standing on the solid ground Of the love you handed down And now that I see my dream Finally coming around I've gotta hand it to you After all you gave up All you went through for me I gotta hand it to you I gotta hand it to you After all you gave up And all you went through for me I gotta hand it to you I've gotta hand it to you Hey, papa, I gotta hand it I gotta hand it to you I don't know why it took so many years To see all of the blood, sweat and tears You spent on me I gotta hand it to you This one's for you, papa Oh-oh-oh...

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Credits

Writers
  • Billy Sprague
  • Jim Weber