there's a scene that I recall
Of a little run -down cabin in the woods
When my daddy never promised
that our blue moon would turn gold
When the world was on our radio,
hard work was on our minds
We lived our day -to -day
With dode overalls and cotton balls
all strapped across your back
Man, it's hard to make believe
there ain't nothing wrong
and Daddy kept our family fed
that a song that I would sing
when I stayed late at night
In the shadows of a workin' day,
Singin' songs along with Grandma's radio
And I'm beatin' down that
Livin' in my memories all in vain
So city lights ain't all that bright
compared to what it's like
To see the lightning bugs
Mama played the guitar then
and Daddy played the banjo
But I just kept on dreaming
that a song that I would sing
That takes me down the road
and it's a long hard road
Yeah I know, it's a long hard
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