| In a single-wide across the way
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| Not far through Mr. Gifford’s pines
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| Was a girl with hair like summer hay
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| And the mischief in her blue eyes seemed to shine
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| I recall her mama loved her, and I wish I could forget
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| The way that trailer smelled of burned out cigarettes
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| Or her daddy and his temper, and how his spirit seemed to fade
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| As time stripped every meager gift away
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| Saw you frownin' from the pages of the hard times
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| And it ain’t the first time, will it be the last time?
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| In a red brick house across the way
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| Not far through Mr. Gifford’s pines
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| Born to a family sound and safe
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| I never knew home could be anything but fine
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| I never touched the darkness, I never went astray
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| I was treasured every moment, every single day
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| One is given wings and one gets more than she can bear
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| God in Heaven, can you tell me how that’s fair?
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| Saw you frownin' from the pages of the hard times
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| It ain’t the first time, will it be the last time?
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| We are strangers now, someone told me how
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| You’re a mother who’s fightin' to stay clean
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| And the winding road is now my home
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| It drags on and changes never end
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| Still, I miss the days when you were just my friend
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| Saw you frownin' from the pages of the hard times
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| It ain’t the first time, will it be the last time?
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| I wanna hear that you have finally found the good times
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| For the first time, for the last time
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| Let it be the last time |