Way back in my memory there's a scene that I recall
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Of a little run-down cabin in the woods
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Where my dad never promised that our blue moon would turn gold
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But he laid awake nights wishin' that it would.
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When the world was on our radio, hard work was on our minds.
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We lived our day-to-day in plain dirt fashion,
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With ol' overalls and cotton balls all strapped across your back
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Man, it's hard to make believe there ain't nothing wrong.
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But momma kept the Bible read and daddy kept our family fed,
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And somewhere in between I must have grown
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Cause someday I was dreamin' that a song that I was singin'
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Takes me down the road to where I want to go.
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Now I know, it's a long hard road
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Sometimes I remember when I stay up late at night,
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When the sun-up came, we got up and went
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In the shadows of a working' day, our moonlight hours spent
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Singin' songs along with Gramma's radio.
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Now I'm beatin' down a ol' blacktop road, sleepin' in a sack,
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Livin' in my memories all in vain
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'Cause those city lights ain't all that bright, compared to what its like
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To see lightning bugs go dancin' in the rain.
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Momma played the guitar then, and daddy made the saw blade bend,
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And raindrops played the tin roof like a drum.
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But I just kept on dreamin' that a song that I was singin'
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Takes me down the road to where my name is known.
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Now I'm gone, and its a long hard road
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Yes, I know, Its a long hard road.
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Long Hard Road (The Sharecropper's Dream)
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| Nitty Gritty Dirt Band |
