| I ain’t gonna lie to you, honey
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| I don’t make a whole lot of money
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| It’s a rust bucket of a ride I’m rolling
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| I duct tape it just to keep it going
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| You could be my greatest treasure
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| Baby, I would spend forever
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| Holding your love like a miracle
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| But you should know that
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| I’ve got one acre of land
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| I’m the son of a ramblin' man
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| And the only thing I ever hammered worth a damn
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| Was a Fender in a rock and roll band
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| I can’t pull no car apart
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| But I can fix a broken heart
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| And we could build a dream right where we stand
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| On one acre of land
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| It don’t take a lot now do it
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| When you really get down to it
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| We got four walls and a patch of planet
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| True love that can fit right in it
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| Just enough cash that we’re covered
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| Something in the oven for supper
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| A screen porch we can sit around
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| And watch the sun go down
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| Over our one acre of land
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| I’m the son of a ramblin' man
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| And the only thing I ever hammered worth a damn
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| Was the Fender in a rock and roll band
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| I can’t pull no car apart
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| But I can fix a broken heart
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| And we can watch our dreams from where we stand
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| On one acre of land
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| It’s a real simple kind of row we’re hoeing
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| Tilling this ground together
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| Who knows what may start growing
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| On this…
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| One acre of land
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| I’m the son of a ramblin' man
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| And the only thing I ever hammered worth a damn
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| Was the Fender in a rock and roll band
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| I can’t pull no car apart
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| But I can fix a broken heart
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| And I love you 'til they lay me where I stand
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| On one acre of land |