Words and music by Glen Martin 
 
C On our little girls' F third birth-{C} day 
G7 She got a sandbox in the F backyard to C play 
Sand was everywhere as she F played and she C laughed 
G7 I fussed at her for F it killed G7 all my C grass. ... 
 

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It'll come F back... 
It'll come C back... 
G7 Daddy don't be mad 
God F and the G7 rain will bring it C back. 
 
When our little girl just turned ten 
She got a bike to ride with all her friends 
She skinned both her knees as she played and she laughed 
I fussed at her for it killed all my grass. 
 
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D When our little girl G turned seven-{D} teen 
A7 We built her a pool in the G backyard that D spring 
All her friends came and they G swam and they D splashed 
A7 I fussed at her for G it killed A7 all my D grass. ... 


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It'll come G back ... 
It'll come D back ... 
A7 Daddy don't be mad 
God G and the A7 rain will bring it D back. 
 
My wife and I sit on the porch all alone 
As I look out across at my beautiful lawn 
The house is quiet there's no children at play 
And I said to my wife {P} 
{NC} "Honey, if you'll listen real close 
You can still hear her say." 

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{NC} It'll come G back (It'll come back) 
It'll come back D (It'll come back) 
A7 Daddy don't be mad 
God G and the A7 rain will bring it D back.