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Of a little run-down cabin in the woods&#13;
Where my dad never promised that our blue moon would turn gold&#13;
But he laid awake nights wishin' that it would.&#13;
&#13;
When the world was on our radio, hard work was on our minds.&#13;
We lived our day-to-day in plain dirt fashion,&#13;
With ol' overalls and cotton balls all strapped across your back&#13;
Man, it's hard to make believe there ain't nothing wrong.&#13;
&#13;
But momma kept the Bible read and daddy kept our family fed,&#13;
And somewhere in between I must have grown&#13;
Cause someday I was dreamin' that a song that I was singin'&#13;
Takes me down the road to where I want to go.&#13;
&#13;
Now I know, it's a long hard road&#13;
&#13;
Sometimes I remember when I stay up late at night,&#13;
When the sun-up came, we got up and went&#13;
In the shadows of a working' day, our moonlight hours spent&#13;
Singin' songs along with gramma's radio.&#13;
&#13;
Now I'm beatin' down a ol' blacktop road, sleepin' in a sack,&#13;
Livin' in my memories all in vain&#13;
'cause those city lights ain't all that bright, compared to what it's like&#13;
To see lightning bugs go dancin' in the rain.&#13;
&#13;
Momma played the guitar then, and daddy made the saw blade bend,&#13;
And raindrops played the tin roof like a drum.&#13;
But I just kept on dreamin' that a song that I was singin'&#13;
Takes me down the road to where my name is known.&#13;
&#13;
Now I'm gone, and it's a long hard road&#13;
Yes, I know, it's a long hard road.&#13;
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