| I remember my grand daddy carvin' on a block of pine
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| He shortly laid his old knife down and opened up his mind
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| He said we never know how long we’ll be around
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| I wanna share with you a nugget of truth
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| Somethin' that an old man found
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| Every livin' soul is like a sack of seed
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| You need room to grow and room to breathe
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| There ain’t much more I’m sure of, this far down the road
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| 'Cause the longer I live the more I learn just how little I know
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| He said I wish I had a dollar for every bridge I’ve turned
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| But there’s nothin' that’ll substitute
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| For the things we live and learn
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| And Lord knows I’ve lived and I’m still alive
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| And the school of hard knocks has taught me A little horse sense i’ll get you by Every livin' soul is like a sack of seed
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| You need room to grow and room to breathe
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| There ain’t much more I’m sure of, this far down the road
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| 'Cause the longer I live the more I learn just how little I know
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| Every livin' soul is like a sack of seed
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| You need room to grow and room to breathe
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| There ain’t much more I’m sure of, this far down the road
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| 'Cause the longer I live the more I learn just how little I know
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| How little I know |