They pulled up in a pick up truck
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That held everything they owned
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He unlocked the door and carried her
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Over their new threshold
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They stood there, tears in their eyes
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Neither one could speak
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Hand in hand, room by room, oh it was everything
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Three bedrooms, two baths, one car garage
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Front porch with a swing at one end
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A little over an acre lot all wrapped in a white picket fence
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It was more than a house, it was home sweet home
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Where all their dreams came true
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302 South Maple Avenue
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Second mortgage, two kids later
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They were still goin' strong
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They came through all kinds of changes
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And did some addin' on
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They filled each room with memories
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That money could not buy
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They weren't rich, but that old house
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Had a wealth of love inside
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Three bedrooms, two baths, one car garage
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Front porch with a swing at one end
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A little over an acre lot all wrapped in a white picket fence
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It was more than a house, it was home sweet home
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Where all their dreams came true
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302 South Maple Avenue
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They're older now and the kids are gone
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Talk about a smaller place
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But the life they shared together there
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Won't let them move away
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Three bedrooms, two baths, one car garage
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Front porch with a swing at one end
|
A little over an acre lot all wrapped in a white picket fence
|
It was more than a house, it was home sweet home
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Where all their dreams came true
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302 South Maple Avenue
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302 South Maple Avenue
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302 South Maple Avenue
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| Craig Morgan |
