| I was looking for a place to hang my hat
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| And a place to lay me down my heavy load
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| I found it in the woods, in the cabin on the hill
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| Down at the end of the road
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| We were looking for a place to raise a child
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| 'Cause she’d soon be giving birth, the one that showed
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| And we found it in the woods, in the cabin on the hill
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| Down at the end of the road
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| Down at the end of the road
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| Down at the end of an old country road
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| We found what we needed for the family we would raise
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| Down at the end of the road
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| A girl was born, December 23rd
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| Just one day short of Christmas Eve
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| And through the years we tried to move many different times
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| But we landed on the place we couldn’t leave
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| So we prayed to God that we might have a son
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| And he was born December '92
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| And we keep looking for a place to move away, move away
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| But leaving was a thing we couldn’t do
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| 20 years flew by like 20 days
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| And the blessings grew from the initial seed we’d sown
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| Our kids will soon be leaving now
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| They’ll leave us here behind
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| Down at the end of the road |