daddy worked out in the lumber yard by the cemetery road carrying the load the best he could we d see him from the highway when mom would drive us to town he looked so small between those rows of wood he d come home around supper time kick the sawdust off his boots take my baby brother in his arms i was only five years old but i remember it so well i learned what love was there in our single wide home it was a single wide home on a dead end gravel road the back side of my granddaddy s land we had a fifteen acre playground and it was paradise to me lord i wish i could go home again we got cable television back in 85 50 channels were the world to me then the cartoons and the evening news taught me how to be afraid of guns and drugs and poverty i cried momma oh momma i don t ever wanna leave she said son one day you ll be on your own but jesus died so you might live and you don t have to be afraid yeah i found god there in our single home it was a single wide home and i had a bible in my hand and jesus saved me from my sins as i ve gotten older i ve drifted away lord i wish i could go home again i wish i could go home again  now that trailers in the scrap yard out by the interstate where all the strangers come in when grandad died they sold the property tore down the timber and started building it was a single wide home just off jackson trail back before the developers moved in it s all covered up now by track houses and roads lord i wish i could go home again i wish i could go home again to a single wide home ohhh
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