| I remember smelling smoke, I woke up I was choking
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| Lorrie grabbed the baby and we made it safe outside
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| She never missed a note, took a breath and cleared her throat
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| And wrapped him in a Carhart coat she found out in my ride
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| Next thing I remember, I was barefoot in December
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| When I hit the door again it really came alive
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| That was all she wrote, in a 30 second note
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| I got out with a photograph and my old auto 5
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| Lord knows that I’ve been blessed
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| I can stand up to the test
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| I can live on so much less, this much I been learning
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| Feeling a pounding in my chest
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| I’m fearful I’ll confess
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| How am I to get my rest? |
| The house I built is burning
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| Well Lorrie called the volunteers, siren music to my ears
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| First I been glad to hear the flashing red and blue
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| Can’t repay the time they gave, there was nothing left to save
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| Shake all of their hands and wave they did all they could do
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| Lord knows that I’ve been blessed
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| I can stand up to the test
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| I can live on so much less, this much I been learning
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| Forgive my cowardice
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| I’m fearful I’ll confess
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| How am I to get my rest? |
| The house I built is burning
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| We snuck away two nights ago, rode around the logging roads
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| We been stuck in a motor home about to fall apart
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| We finally made a go, got dealt a heavy blow
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| She said I’ll bet you make it, its a long way from your heart
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| Well I know that I’ve been blessed
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| I can make more out of less
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| I can get my rest in any bed that I lay down in
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| Got nothing holding me
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| Got a couple memories
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| A picture of the three of us, and my grandfather’s Browning |