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[Verse 1]
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Way back in my memory there's a scene that I 
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recall of a little run-down cabin in the woods.
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My daddy never promised that our blue moon 
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would turn gold but he lay awake nights wishin'
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that it would.

[Verse 2]
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When the world was on our radio, hard work was on 
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our minds.
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We lived our day-to-day in plain dirt fashion.
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With old overalls and cotton balls all strapped across 
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your back, man, it's hard to make believe ain't nothing 
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wrong.

[Verse 3]
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But mama kept the Bible read, and daddy kept our family 
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fed 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.

[Interlude] 
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[Verse 4]
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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 
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spent, singin' songs along with grandma's radio.

[Verse 5]
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Now, I'm beatin' down an old blacktop road, sleepin' 
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in a sack, livin' in my memories all in vain.
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Cause those city lights ain't all that bright, compared 
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to what it's like, to see lightning bugs go dancin' in 
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the rain.

[Verse 6]
Bm                               G
Mama played the guitar then, and daddy made the saw blade 
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bend 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 it's a long, hard road.

[Otro]
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Yes, I know, it's a long, hard road..
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