| I started writing country songs in 1962
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| Just a dream that I had on my mind
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| My girl and I got married in 1963
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| We tried so hard to keep our dreams alive
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| So I bought an old house-trailer out on the country side
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| You can’t write country songs in town they say
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| We packed up and moved out there and as the time went by
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| We found that we liked living free that way
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| I got me an old Cadillac just to have around
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| Cadillacs and country songs were meant to be
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| I heard that old Hank Williams drove one just like mine
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| So I thought that something might rub off on me
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| You can take what you want after I’m gone
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| It’s only just a little place that we called home sweet home
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| One old house trailer two rusty Cadillacs and 5000 country music songs
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| I always sent my songs up to Nashville town
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| In Gase the boys could use a guy like me
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| But the mailman brought 'em right back down and I think it made him sad
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| You’re bound to get you one just wait and see
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| I recall the year Ray Price came through town
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| His tour bus parked about a mile from here
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| I sat there in the backseat of that old Coupe De Ville
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| Those shoes were just too big to fill that year
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| A song on Bobby Bare would take you anywhere
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| If I’m still here it wasn’t for lack of trying
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| My wife would tell me Honey I’m feelin' somethin' there
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| Don’t care if Bobby never reads a line
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| Then late one Summer evening she called me to her side
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| Saying sing me something in your real old style
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| The one I like to hear Bobby Bare passed by
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| I’ll just close my eyes and rest a while
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| Well she liked that big old tree and the honeysuckle vine
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| And the mocking bird that sang so tenderly
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| I just packed up all those song words and my old guitar
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| I locked them up and threw away the key |