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Go On, Jack
for his son, turning 18
Eighteen, Jack, with the car keys in your hand, You were just a kid with a lemonade stand. Scraped knees, baseball cards, a crooked grin, Now you're taller than me, let the world begin. Go on, Jack, run, the road is wide, I'll be waving from the porch with pride. Go on, Jack, run, chase the sun, You'll always be my boy, my number one.
