Daddy worked out in the lumber yard by the road carrying the load the he could We'd see him from the highway when mom would us to town he looked so small between those rows of
come home around supper time, kick the sawdust off his boots take my baby in his arms I was only five years old but I remember it so well, I learned what was there in our single-wide home
It was a single-wide home on a dead-end gravel On the back of my grandaddy's land We had a acre playground and it was a paradise to me Lord, i i could go home again
We got cable television in '85, chanels were the world to me And the cartoons and the evening taught me how tio be afraid of and drugs 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 jesus died so you might and you don't have to be afraid" yeah, I found God there in our single wide
It was a home and I had a bible in my hand saved me from my sins
As I've gotten older I've drifted away, I wish I could go home again i wish i could go home
Now that trailer's in the scrap yard.. out by the interstate, all the strangers come in When grandad they sold the property tore down the timber.. and building
It was a single-wide home, off Jackson Trail Back before the developers in It's all covered up now by track houses and
Oh, and Lord I wish I could go home I wish I could go again To a single-wide Ohh, oh, oh