| My Daddy bought 5 acres
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| High up on a hill
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| And he went there every evening
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| When he got off at the mill
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| And he cleared the trees and brush away
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| And leveled out some land
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| Then he dug a hole and poured a slab
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| With his own workin' hands
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| Then he showed me a picture
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| Of a big house in a book
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| And said «when we get her finished, son.
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| This is how she’s gonna look»
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| Then he buckled on his tool belt
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| And grabbed a 2 by 6
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| And said «you gotta frame a sturdy wall
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| Before you ever lay a brick»
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| He was hammerin' nails
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| In our foundation
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| Building our home
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| Up good and strong
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| To stand the winds
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| Of life’s temptations
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| To build our house well
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| He was a hammerin' nails
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| We worked with him on the weekends
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| Until our muscles hurt
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| Then mama’d come and get us
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| And take us all to church
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| She read us from the bible
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| About Noah and the flood
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| About John, and Paul, and Jesus
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| How he washed us in the blood
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| And she was hammerin' nails
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| In our foundation
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| Building our home
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| Up good and strong
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| To stand the winds
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| Of life’s temptations
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| With every story she’d tell
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| She was a hammerin' nails
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| Yeah they raised us well
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| By hammerin' nails |