| He loved her back in 1961
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| He held her through the night
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| Till the dark was done
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| But he’s been gone now for several years
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| Left her nothing but a letter to catch the tears
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| He might not know it but she had his son
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| Back in 1961
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| She raised the baby
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| And off to school he went
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| She had help from the neighbors
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| Along from the government
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| She tells herself that she did her best
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| Through out all the trials, they had been blessed
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| But she still longs to have her fun
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| Like in 1961, oh
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| He wakes up on a lonely stretch of road
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| And driving rigs for a living
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| Truckin' a heavy load
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| His thoughts drift back to another time
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| And a woman that he treated so unkind
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| And wonders just what her life’s become
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| Since 1961
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| He lays there now upon his dying bed
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| Memories of lifetime’s in his head
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| The nurse comes back, she says to him
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| «You have a visitor, should I let him in?»
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| And in walks a face that could only be his son
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| From 1961, oh, from 1961, yeah, 1961, oh yeah
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| I’m comin' home, oh, 1961, oh
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| Yeah |