My Old Wooden Shack

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People I know stopped to say
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Hello, and I hope that someday
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That we'll get electric lights and plumbing put in,
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But I'm too old to be changin' my ways.

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Now, we never needed anything more
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Than this shack with its weather-beaten door;
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Though we may want the things that catalogues can bring,
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Empty wishes leave a wanting man sore.

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Oh, the light from that old oil lamp
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Lights a way down the well-beaten path;
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And as memories come back from eighty years or more,
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Goin' to die in my old wooden shack.

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Got a horse when I was thirty years old,
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And the horse lived for thirty years more;
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When the lovely thing died, I hid and I cried,
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Where it's buried now grows a rose.

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With the wood that we hauled off those hills
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And traded for cash at the mills,
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Well, we bought all our needs and the animal feeds,
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But there's wood left standing there still.

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Oh, the light from that old oil lamp
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Lights a way down the well-beaten path;
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And as memories come back from eighty years or more,
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Goin' to die in my old wooden shack.

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I plowed this here garden by force,
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With the will and a mighty strong horse;
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Though it took a long time to replace rock with lime,
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For the hardships, I'm none the worse.

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A man belongs where he lives,
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He's a part of the soil and the trees;
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And when his life's done, and his life's end has come,
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Take a man to rest in his peace.

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Oh, the light from that old oil lamp
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Lights a way down the well-beaten path;
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And as memories come back from eighty years or more,
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Goin' to die in my old wooden shack.
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And as memories come back from eighty years or more,
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Goin' to die in my old wooden shack.

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