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He don't cook
He don't sweep
He don't eat
He don't sleep
He don't cry
He don't moan
He don't call when
I'm not home Because my baby
Because my baby
He's under the ground

And every single day since my old man died
After life let him break
The swelling inside
The sweetest Dad ever returns to have found is the taste of my man deep down
Under the ground

He don't cook
He don't sweep
He don't еat
He don't sleep
He don't shake Hе don't pine
He don't move or
Make a sound
Because my baby
Because my baby
Because my baby
He's under the ground
He's under the ground