| I can see us now riding in a brand new wagon
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| Happy as a king upon a throne
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| Papa wearing overalls and Mama with her bonnet
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| Riding in a brand new wagon going home
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| Today is the first time I’ve been home in many a years
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| Remembering how things used to be I can’t hold back the tears
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| The house is barely standing and the barn has rotted down
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| And someone planted trees all over Papa’s farming ground
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| The weeds had almost hidden papa’s wagon standing there
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| I thought how long it’s been since gentle hands touched it with care
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| I remember when he bought it even Mama went along
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| He walked to led the mules to town and proudly brought it home
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| I can see us now riding in a brand new wagon
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| Happy as a king upon a throne
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| Papa wearing overalls and Mama with her bonnet
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| Riding in a brand new wagon going home
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| I remember Tammy Jones that lived the next house down
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| She was in the wagon every time we went to town
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| And when I told her of my plans she cried and said you’re wrong
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| But I just wouldn’t listen so I ran away from home
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| Too young to get a job I robbed a man in Frisco yard
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| The wagon I had rode next was driven by a guard
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| Mam and Pap they kept my secret till their dying day
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| That’s why no one could find me when they both had passed a way
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| And I can see us now riding in a brand new wagon
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| Happy as a king upon a throne
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| Papa wearing overalls and Mama with her bonnet
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| Riding in a brand new wagon going home
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| Riding in a brand new wagon going home… |