Single-Wide Home - Corey Smith

Daddy worked out in the lumber yard,

By the cemetery road.

Carrying the load the best he could.

We’d see him from the highway

When mom would drive us to town.

He looked so small between those rolls of wood

He’d come home around supper time

Kick the sawdust off his boots

Take my baby brother in his arms

I was only 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 dead end gravel road

The back side of my granddaddys land

We had a fifteen acre playground

And it was paradise to me

Lord I wish I could go home again.

We got cable television, back in 85.

50 channels were the world to me.

Then the cartoons and the evening news

Taught me how to be afraid

Of guns and drugs and poverty

I cried momma oh momma I don’t ever wanna leave

She said son one day you’ll be on your own

But jesus died so you might live and you don’t have to be afriad

Yea I found God there in our single home

It was a single wide home

And I had a bible in my hand

And jesus saved me from my sins

As I’ve gotten older

I’ve drifted away

Lord I wish I could go home again.

I wish I could go home again

Now that trailers in the scrap yard

Out by the interstate where all the strangers come in

When grandad died they sold the property

Tore down the timber

And started builing

It was a single wide home

Just off jackson trail

Back before the developers moved in

It’s all covered up now

By track houses and rows

Lord I wish I could go home again

I wish I could go home again

To a single wide home

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