| You’ve always said that you’d love to live out here
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| Where you can smell the morning glories in the air
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| That sun shining through that crystal blue sure looks good on you
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| Can’t you just see a drive winding up that hill
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| Leading to a house with flowers on a window sill
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| It might take a while to clear this land
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| But I’ve got a plan
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| Don’t tell your mama yet, I’m begging you
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| Don’t tell your daddy 'til the paperwork goes through
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| When the time is right we’ll let em know
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| Right now it’s between you, and me, and these here fenceposts
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| Don’t worry 'bout the money, got a couple things I can sell
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| Mr. Fuller down the road could always use some help
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| Whatever it takes, I’ll go that extra mile if it makes you smile, so
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| Don’t tell your mama yet, I’m begging you
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| Don’t tell your daddy 'til the paperwork goes through
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| When the time is right we’ll let em know
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| Right now it’s between you, and me, and these here fenceposts
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| Ain’t nobody 'round to see us now
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| Wha’do’ya say we lay a blanket down
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| Anything that happens, baby, when we get this close
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| Stays between you, and me, and these here fenceposts
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| You’ve always said that you’d love to live out here |