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 drive us to he looked so small between those rows of
He'd come home around supper time, kick the off his boots take my baby brother in his I was five years old but I remember it so well, I learned what love was there in our single-wide home
It was a single-wide home on a gravel road On the side of my grandaddy's land We had a fifteen acre playground and it was a to me Lord, i i could go home again
We got cable back in '85, chanels were the world 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 found God there in our single wide
It was a home and I had a bible in my hand Jesus saved me my sins
As I've gotten older I've drifted away, Lord I I could go home again i wish i could go again
Now that in the scrap yard.. out by the interstate, where all the strangers come in grandad died they sold the property tore the timber.. and started building
It was a home, just off Jackson Trail Back the developers moved in all covered up now by track houses and rows
Oh, and Lord I I could go home again I wish I go home again To a single-wide Ohh, oh, oh