| Little yellow house sittin' on a hill
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| That is where he lived
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| That is where he died
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| Every Sunday morning
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| Hear the weeping willows cry
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| Two children born
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| A beautiful wife
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| Four walls and livin’s all he needed in life
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| Always giving, never asking back
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| I wish I had a simple love like that
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| I want a simple love like that
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| Always giving, never askin' back
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| For when I’m in my final hour lookin' back
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| I hope I had a simple love like that
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| My momma was his only little girl
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| If he’d had the money he’d have given her the world
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| Sittin' on the front porch together they would sing
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| Oh how I long to hear that harmony
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| I want a simple love like that
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| Always giving never asking back
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| When I’m in my final hour looking back
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| I hope I had a simple love like that
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| I want a simple love like that
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| Always giving never asking back
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| When I’m in my final hour looking back
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| I hope I had a simple love like that |