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" That Ole Shack "
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Memories Of The Past
When I was younger,
I lived in a shack.
Tin for the roof,
and firewood out back.
No running water,
and bearly any grub.
Not alot of nothing,
not even a tub.
Time's of sadness,
filled us, you know.
From the thing's,
that we needed so.
But there was one thing,
that we had alot of.
Caring for one another,
and lot's of love.
I'll never forget,
that ole shack.
Cause memories of love,
always come back.
