LYRIC

We weren’t poor, by any means
Two kids, four dreams
We had faith, we had love
And if that was not enough

Chorus
Daddy made a million, that’s a fact
Momma made a million, now looking back
It was the kind of thing that still don’t grow on trees
Daddy made a million memories

There were times, we went without
But never once, we had to doubt
And it’s amazing, still to me
At a factory five days a week

Chorus
Daddy made a million, that’s a fact
Momma made a million, now looking back
It was the kind of thing that still don’t grow on trees
Daddy made a million memories
Our daddy…

Bridge
Now I’m the one that tries to lead the way
And if I die broke I hope my children say

Chorus
Daddy made a million, that’s a fact
Momma made a million, now looking back
It was the kind of thing that still don’t grow on trees
Daddy made a million memories

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