Daddy worked out in the lumber by the cemetery road carrying the load the best he see him from the highway when mom would drive us to town he looked so between those rows of wood
He'd come home around supper time, the sawdust off his boots take my baby brother in his I was only five years old but I remember it so well, I learned what love was there in our single-wide
It was a single-wide home on a dead-end road On the back of my grandaddy's land We had a fifteen acre playground and it was a to me Lord, i wish i could go again
We got cable back in '85, Fifty chanels were the to me And the cartoons and the evening news me how tio be afraid of guns and drugs and
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 so you might live and you don't have to be afraid" yeah, I God there in our single wide home
It was a single-wide home and I had a bible in my Jesus me from my sins
As I've gotten older drifted away, Lord I wish I could go home again i i could go home again
Now trailer's in the scrap yard.. out by the interstate, where all the strangers come in When grandad died they the property tore the timber.. and started building
It was a single-wide home, just off Jackson Back the developers moved in It's all covered up now by houses and rows
Oh, and Lord I I could go home again I wish I could go again To a home Ohh, oh, oh