Daddy worked out in the lumber yard by the cemetery carrying the load the he could We'd see him the highway when mom would drive us to town he looked so small those rows of wood
He'd home around supper time, kick the sawdust off his boots take my baby in his arms I was only five years old but I it so well, I learned what love was there in our single-wide home
It was a single-wide home on a dead-end road On the back side of my grandaddy's We had a fifteen acre and it was a paradise to me Lord, i wish i could go home
We got cable back in '85, Fifty chanels were the to me And the cartoons and the evening news taught me how tio be of guns and and poverty
I cried "mama, oh mama, I don't ever want to leave" and she said "son, one day you'll be on your own, but died so you might live and you don't have to be afraid" yeah, I found God there in our wide home
It was a home and I had a bible in my hand Jesus saved me from my
As I've gotten older drifted away, Lord I wish I could go home again i i could go home again
Now that trailer's in the scrap yard.. out by the interstate, where all the strangers in grandad died they sold the property tore down the timber.. and started
It was a single-wide home, just off Jackson Back before the moved in It's all covered up now by track and rows
Oh, and Lord I I could go home again I wish I could go home To a single-wide Ohh, oh, oh