| A long wooden fence to a tall hickory tree
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| A wraparound porch with an old cedar swing
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| We don’t get to choose but if I had my way
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| My road to the sky would look just like
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| A walk up the driveway to Grandma
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| Saying y’all come and get it
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| Me and Granddaddy just gettin' back from some fishin'
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| Dust flyin' up every step that we’re steppin'
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| So whenever I picture heaven
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| I see a long wooden fence to a tall hickory tree
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| A dog on the porch slowly fallin' asleep
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| We don’t get to choose but if I had my way
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| My road to the sky would look just like
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| A walk up the driveway
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| A walk up the driveway to my baby
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| Chasin' after our young 'uns
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| Me and my brothers talkin' about baseball and huntin'
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| The rustlin' of cash crops with a sun-settin' backdrop
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| Them gold streets are nice yeah but my paradise is
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| That long wooden fence to a tall hickory tree
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| Leaves blowin' 'round on a cool autumn breeze
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| We don’t get to choose but if I had my way
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| My road to the sky would look just like
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| A walk up the driveway |