| Daddy worked out in the lumber yard,
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| By the cemetery road.
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| Carrying the load the best he could.
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| We’d see him from the highway
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| When mom would drive us to town.
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| He looked so small between those rolls of wood
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| He’d come home around supper time
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| Kick the sawdust off his boots
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| Take my baby brother in his arms
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| I was only five years old
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| But I remember it so well
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| I learned what love was there in our single wide home
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| It was a single wide home
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| On a dead end gravel road
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| The back side of my granddaddys land
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| We had a fifteen acre playground
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| And it was paradise to me
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| Lord I wish I could go home again.
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| We got cable television, back in 85.
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| 50 channels were the world to me.
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| Then the cartoons and the evening news
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| Taught me how to be afraid
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| Of guns and drugs and poverty
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| I cried momma oh momma I don’t ever wanna leave
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| She said son one day you’ll be on your own
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| But jesus died so you might live and you don’t have to be afriad
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| Yea I found God there in our single home
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| It was a single wide home
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| And I had a bible in my hand |
| And jesus saved me from my sins
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| As I’ve gotten older
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| I’ve drifted away
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| Lord I wish I could go home again.
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| I wish I could go home again
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| Now that trailers in the scrap yard
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| Out by the interstate where all the strangers come in
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| When grandad died they sold the property
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| Tore down the timber
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| And started builing
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| It was a single wide home
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| Just off jackson trail
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| Back before the developers moved in
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| It’s all covered up now
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| By track houses and rows
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| Lord I wish I could go home again
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| I wish I could go home again
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| To a single wide home
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| Ohhh |