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Lyrics

DIMES
(Tim Stafford)

1) Daddy loved a story
He collected dimes
He built his memories
Ten cents at a time
He’d find ‘em on the corner of a crowded city street
Seems like they fell right at his feet
He’d take ‘em from the closet
Then he’d take me on his knee
Hard to say what a dime is worth to me

2) Now I take them from the closet
And I remember Dad
There’s a flower from his funeral
I think it makes him glad
Cause I find ‘em on the corner of a crowded city street
Seems like they fall right at my feet
Every day I think of him
At least a hundred times
‘Cause everywhere I go, I find dimes

© Daniel House Music, BMI, 2012