| There was a maple tree in our front yard
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| When I was growin up, I’d climb up to the top
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| And watch my brother trading baseball cards
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| My Daddy pulling weeds, mother callin me I was hiding in the leaves
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| And the world looked fine as fas as I could see
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| From the top of the family tree
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| A hundred branches growing 'round me Way up there in the family tree
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| When I was seventeen, I left that town
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| My life was right on track, I never once looked back
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| I was so sure that I was glory bound
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| I gave it all I had and when it all went bad
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| Got a phone call from my dad
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| And the world looked fine as fas as I could see
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| From the top of the family tree
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| A hundred branches growing 'round me Way up there in the family tree
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| Now I’m older and my husband laughs at me
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| I’m building houses for the kids up in a tree
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| And the world looks fine as fas as I can see
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| From the top of the family tree
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| A hundred branches growing 'round me Way up here in the family tree |