| Years ago grandaddy Baxter gave dad 40 acres
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| Daddy proudly named it Baxter Hill
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| Him and Mom raised seven kids
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| And gave us each 1 acre
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| In hopes someday that’s where we all would build
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| Daddy’s greatest dream in life was Baxter Hill
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| The rest all moved away but
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| I stayed on with mom and daddy
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| But they all gathered in when Mama died
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| They were quick decidin' papa couldn’t handle bizness
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| And the six of them all said let’s subdivide
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| You could see them dollar bill signs in their eyes
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| Yeah, they subdivided daddy’s 40 acres
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| The place where him and mama worked and saved
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| Not out of need, just out of greed
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| They built them six room houses
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| Bet mama’s turnin' over in her grave
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| Just knowin' they’ve done papa this away
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| Well, they agreed that I could keep
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| The acre papa gave me
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| So I left that old house standin' where it was
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| And just a few days later
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| Them big old yellow graders
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| Started pushing up the ground my daddy loved
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| Tearin' up everything that he’d dreamed of
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| Now papa didn’t say much
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| He just sat there on the front porch
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| And watched them big bulldozers rape his fields
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| He’d look straight ahead
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| And say I know your mama’s dead
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| But she’ll be comin' back to Baxter Hill
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| And she’ll rattle chains in every room they build
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| Yeah, they subdidvided daddy’s 40 acres
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| But the houses stand there empty, cold and still
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| They sold a few, but the people moved
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| And swore they’d never come back
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| Papa just grins and says they never will
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| While your Mama walks on Baxter Hill
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| Yeah, Mama walks at night on Baxter Hill |