| My daddy was a timber cutter
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| That’s how how he earned his bread and butter
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| Home was nothin' but a weatherbeaten timber shack
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| Well, the tin roof leaked a little and the chimney leaned a lot
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| But it kept out the snow and the rain up at Sassafras Gap
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| My mother was a great big lady
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| With a heart just as big as a tree
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| Daddy Jack cut down the forest by the timber track
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| But she taught us all our lessons
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| Taught us how to read and write
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| And she’d tuck us into bed every night up at Sassafras Gap
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| Saturday night was the best time of all
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| We’d all get together and we’d have us a ball
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| We’d pick a little music
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| Drink a lot of homemade wine
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| Us kids could hardly wait for summer
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| Divin' in the water off the bridge up by Thompson’s
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| Shack
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| Well my Mum used to say I was lazy
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| And Papa said just plain crazy
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| And it was good to be alive and livin' up at Sassafras Gap
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| Saturday night was the best time of all
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| We’d all get together and we’d have us a ball
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| We’d pick a little music
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| Drink a lot of homemade wine
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| Us kids could hardly wait for summer
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| So we could go swimmin' in the river
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| Divin' in the water off the bridge up by Thompson’s shack
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| Well now, my Mum used to say I was lazy
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| And papa said just plain crazy
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| And it was good to be alive and livin' up at Sassafras Gap
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| And it was good to be alive and livin' up at Sassafras Gap |