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In a small town in Georgia, over 
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forty years ago,
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    her maiden name was Musick 
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till she met that Jackson boy.
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    They married young like folks 
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did then, not a penny to their name,
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they believed the one you vowed to 
love
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should always stay the same.

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On the land his daddy gave them, a 
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foundation underway,
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for a love to last forever or 
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until their dying day.
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    They built a bond that's 
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strong enough to stand the test of 
time
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and a place for us to turn to when 
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our lives where in a bind.

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And they made their house from a 
tool shed,
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granddaddy rolled down on two logs,
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and they built walls all around it 
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and they made that house a home.
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And they taught us about good 
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living,    they taught us right 
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from wrong,
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Lord, there'll never be another 
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place in this world that I'll call 
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home.

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    My mama raised five children, 
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four girls, then there was me,
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    she found her strength with 
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faith in God and love of family.
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    She never had a social life, 
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home was all she knew,
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    except the time she took a job
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        to pay a bill or two.

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My daddy skinned his knuckles on 
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the cars that he repaired,
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    he never earned much money, 
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but he gave us all he had.
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    He never made the front page, 
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but he did the best he could,
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and folks drove their cars from 
miles around
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to let him look underneath the hood.

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And they made their house from a 
tool shed,
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granddaddy rolled down on two logs,
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and they built walls all around it 
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and they made that house a home.
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And they taught us about good 
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living,    they taught us right 
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from wrong,
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Lord, there'll never be another 
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place in this world that I'll call 
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home.

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There'll never be another place in 
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this world that I'll call home.