In the place where I grew up The chores got started at sun up It wasnt fun, but we all shared the load Sometimes wed work all day Sometimes wed all go play Around the house at the end of the road My childhood days were all so free The world outside didnt worry me Our bikes turned into racers while we rode We didnt know each passing day Took us further on away From the house at the end of the road Its so hard to be grown Out in the world and on your own With no house at the end of the road If I could, Id be gone Wrestling in the grass wed mown To the house at the end of the road Just a bunch of preteen thugs With BB guns instead of drugs Every summer day, a brand new episode Shooting birds and shaking rugs Daddys belt and Mamas hugs Now theyre gone, like the house at the end of the road Its so hard to be grown Out in the world and on your own With no house at the end of the road If I could, Id be gone Wrestling in the grass wed mown To the house at the end of the road If I could, Id be gone Where the wild geese have flown To the house at the end of the road To the house at the end of the road
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