Daddy worked out in the lumber by the cemetery road carrying the the best he could We'd see him the highway when mom would drive us to town he looked so small between those of wood
He'd come home around 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 what love was there in our single-wide home
It was a home on a dead-end gravel road On the back side of my grandaddy's We had a fifteen playground and it was a paradise to me Lord, i wish i could go again
We got cable television in '85, Fifty chanels were the to me And the cartoons and the evening news taught me how tio be 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 died 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 and I had a bible in my hand saved me from my sins
As I've gotten I've drifted away, Lord I wish I could go home again i wish i could go home
Now that in the scrap yard.. out by the interstate, where all the strangers come in grandad died they sold the property tore down the timber.. and started
It was a home, just off Jackson Trail Back before the developers in It's all covered up now by houses and rows
Oh, and Lord I wish I could go again I I could go home again To a single-wide Ohh, oh, oh