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Love At The End Of The Road
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(Sam Tate/Annie Tate)
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The farm was still standing at the end of the road
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And the mailbox still carried our name
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In spite of the dust and the weeds and the dust
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The old place looked almost the same
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The screen door was slamming real slow in the wind
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Like it did 뭕out this time each November
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Like someone applauding the end of a dream
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That no one could seem to remember
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When she came around from the side of the house
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She looked likde the day we first met
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And before I could speak she was there in my arms
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Sayin?something I'll never forget
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She said, I knew you뭗 come back
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My heart told me so
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Men like you search every corner on earth
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When there's love here at the end of the road
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It was hard to believe he was 71
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The way that he still got around
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His station was still full service, by gosh
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And he뭗 fixed every car in this town
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I stood in the door and saw nothin?had changed
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That stubborn old son-of-a-gun
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Not the clock on the wall not the soda machine
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Or the sign that said, "Miller & Son"
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He said, I knew you뭗 come back
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My heart told me so
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Men like you search every corner on earth
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When there's love here at the end of the road
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The roof needed mending and the walls needed paint
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But the stained glass still gave them a glow
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I couldn't bear one more unanswered prayer
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So I turned and I started to go
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Then I heard a voice from the back of the room
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That would make any sinner believe
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And the words that He spoke they went right to my soul
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And brought me right down to my knees
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She said, I knew you뭗 come back
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My heart told me so
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Men like you search every corner on earth
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When there's love here at the end of the road
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Love At The End Of The Road
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| Kevin Sharp |
