for Dad, from Erin
Hold the Line
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Two folding chairs and a flask of tea
You never said a lot to me
But you baited my hook and you held my hand
And somehow I still understand
Hold the line, Dad, hold the line
We never caught a single thing
But I’d go back a thousand times
To hear you try to sing
We never caught a thing, did we? Best days of my life.