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6 5 6 6 6 -6 6 I have a dear old daddy 6 5 6 6 -5 -5 For whom I nightly pray. -5 -7 -7 -7 -7 7 -7 He has a set of whiskers, -6 6 6 -6 6 5 They're always in the way. Chorus: 6 5 6 6 6 6 They're always in the way, 6 -5 -6 -6 -6 -6 The cows eat them for hay. -6 -7 -7 -7 -7 -7 -7 -7 They hide the dirt on Daddy's shirt. -6 6 6 -6 -7 7 They're always in the way. Verses: Around the supper table We make a happy group. Until dear Father's whiskers, Get tangled in the soup. chorus Father had a strong back But now it's all caved in. He stepped on his whiskers And walked up to his chin. chorus We have a dear old mother, With him at night she sleeps. She wakes up in the morning Eating shredded wheat.