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Down this road there's an old brick house |
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My mama cried the day that |
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I moved out |
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And my first summer job was pumpin' gas and fixin' flats |
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But at Henry |
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Walker's Texaco |
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Down this road, down this road |
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Down this road there's a maple tree |
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In a cotton field where |
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Jenny first kissed me |
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And I can still remember the night she said good-bye |
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I stood there like a fool and watched her go |
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Down this road, down this road |
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And it goes on forever |
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And it goes by too fast |
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It'll take you anywhere you want to go |
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And every memory will bring you back |
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Down this road there's a small white church |
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Daddy lived his life by the preacher's word |
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He raised me right, |
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I could always feel his love |
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Even when the angels called him home |
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Down this road |
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And it goes on forever |
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And it goes by too fast |
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It'll take you anywhere you want to go |
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And every memory will bring you back |
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Down this road |
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Down this road |
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Down this road |
