| Yeah, I built them with my own 2 hands
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| I carved your name in one
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| And my name in the other
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| I built them with my own 2 hands
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| They’re over there, two rocking chairs
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| Leaves fall, rain dries
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| Snow melts, fame dies
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| Four words, simply
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| Grow old, with me
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| And when the day comes
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| When we can’t walk no more
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| We’ll have 2 seats, on my front porch
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| I’ll still call you young girl
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| So young girl, rock with me
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| Yeah, I built them with my own 2 hands
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| I carved your name in one
|
| And my name in the other
|
| I built them with my own 2 hands
|
| They’re over there, two rocking chairs
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| No watch, no time
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| Just life and your eyes
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| Four words, simply
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| Grow old with me
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| And when the day comes
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| When we can’t walk no more
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| We’ll have 2 seats, on my front porch
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| I’ll still call you young girl
|
| So young girl, rock with me
|
| Yeah, I built them with my own 2 hands
|
| I carved your name in one
|
| And my name in the other
|
| I built them with my own 2 hands
|
| They’re over there, two rocking chairs
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| Rock, rock, rock, rock
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| Rock, rock, rock, rock
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| Just rock with me
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| Just rock with me |