Our Backwoods One Room Home
I took a drive not long ago
To the place I used to call home
Nested way far back in those pine woods
Just a young boy, always on the roam
My dad had built a one room shack
He did the best with what God gave
We didn't really have any luxuries
We sure didn't have no money to save
Didn't have any games on hand
Just a pine stick we called gun
And if one of my brothers came too close
I'd point it and put them on the run
We didn't have a bathroom per say
Just an old outhouse on down the hill
We didn't have a bath tub either
Just a wash tub we had to fill
Yes, I miss our little cottage
A place where freedom did roam
A time when simple wasn't ugly
Our backwoods one room home
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