| A little yellow house sitting on a hill
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| That is where he lived, 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, a beautiful wife
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| Four walls and living’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 asking back
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| And when I’m in my final hour looking back
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| I hope I’ve 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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| Sitting 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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| And when I’m in my final hour looking back
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| I hope I’ve 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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| And when I’m in my final hour looking back
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| I hope I’ve 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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| And when I’m in my final hour looking back
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| I hope I’ve had a simple love like that |