Set off for home in my dad’s old truck
With four warn tires an’ a charm for luck
They’d shown me how to fix it up real nice
Now it was up to me to go pay the price
Drove north I s’pose for an hour or three
Found the place nestled there in among the trees
Well, squatters been sleepin’ there in my house
Even firin’ a gun wouldn’t get ’em to rouse
Dreams like this make me stop and ponder
Am I old enough to be on my own and wander?
Or am I just too old to make a new start
Oh Lord, You’ll show me; change this ol’ heart
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