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A little yellow house sitting on a hill |
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That is where he lived, that is where he died |
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Every Sunday morning |
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Hear the weeping willows cry |
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Two children born, a beautiful wife |
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Four walls and living's all he needed in life |
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Always giving, never asking back |
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I wish I had a simple love like that |
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I want a simple love like that |
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Always giving, never asking back |
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And when I'm in my final hour looking back |
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I hope I've had a simple love like that |
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My momma was his only little girl |
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If he'd had the money he'd have given her the world |
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Sitting on the front porch together they would sing |
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Oh, how I long to hear that harmony |
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I want a simple love like that |
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Always giving never asking back |
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And when I'm in my final hour looking back |
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I hope I've had a simple love like that |
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I want a simple love like that |
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Always giving never asking back |
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And when I'm in my final hour looking back |
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I hope I've had a simple love like that |
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I want a simple love like that |
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Always giving never asking back |
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And when I'm in my final hour looking back |
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I hope I've had a simple love like that |