| Not so long ago
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| On his way home from work
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| He’d stop by the side of the road
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| Step out of that old beat up ford
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| That he drove
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| And he’d walk around
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| Searchin' the ground
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| For a handful of wildflower blooms
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| Thinkin' of where he’d be soon
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| There with her
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| She called them redneck roses
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| 'Cause that’s what they were
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| A simple gift of love
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| From a country boy to his girl
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| She called them redneck roses
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| They didn’t cost a dime
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| But they brought a smile to her face every time
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| Now it’s years down the line
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| She sits home alone
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| It’s the usual end of the day
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| Once again, he’s still workin' late
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| And never calls
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| They’ve got a house on a hill
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| No problems with bills
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| And a baby that’s on the way
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| But her heart longs for those yesterdays
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| And his love
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| She called them redneck roses
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| 'Cause that’s what they were
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| A simple gift of love
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| From a country boy to his girl
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| She called them redneck roses
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| They didn’t cost a dime
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| But they brought a smile to her face every time
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| The could still put a smile on her face
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| If he only had the time |