Daddy worked out in the lumber yard,
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By the cemetery road.
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Carrying the load the best he could.
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We'd see him from the highway
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When mom would drive us to town.
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He looked so small between those rolls of wood
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He'd come home around supper time
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Kick the sawdust off his boots
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Take my baby brother in his arms
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I was only five years old
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But I remember it so well
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I learned what love was there in our single wide home
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It was a single wide home
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On a dead end gravel road
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The back side of my granddaddys land
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We had a fifteen acre playground
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And it was paradise to me
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Lord I wish I could go home again.
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We got cable television, back in 85.
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50 channels were the world to me.
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Then the cartoons and the evening news
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Taught me how to be afraid
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Of guns and drugs and poverty
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I cried momma oh momma I don't ever wanna leave
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She said son one day you'll be on your own
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But jesus died so you might live and you don't have to be afriad
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Yea I found God there in our single home
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It was a single wide home
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And I had a bible in my hand
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And jesus saved me from my sins
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As I've gotten older
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I've drifted away
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Lord I wish I could go home again.
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I wish I could go home again
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Now that trailers in the scrap yard
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Out by the interstate where all the strangers come in
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When grandad died they sold the property
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Tore down the timber
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And started builing
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It was a single wide home
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Just off jackson trail
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Back before the developers moved in
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It's all covered up now
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By track houses and rows
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Lord I wish I could go home again
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I wish I could go home again
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To a single wide home
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Ohhh
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Single-Wide Home
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| Corey Smith |
