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Old tree, you resist |
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Cold and heat, wind and rain |
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And that won't be in vain, |
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'Cause I protect you now. |
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Good man spelled that tree |
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In youth and chance at me. |
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All my memories |
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Are here by that tree. |
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My momma kissed me |
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Here in the shade, |
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Here too |
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My brother played. |
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When I was a girl, |
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Here was my own world. |
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Good man spelled that tree |
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In youth and chance at me. |
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All my memories |
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Are here by that tree. |
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My momma kissed me |
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Here in the shade, |
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Here too |
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My brother played. |
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When I was a girl, |
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Here was my own world. |
