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For sale by owner sign on Highway 59A signal of the times, a turning of the pageThere used to be nothing here but that nothing disappearedThe pond, the barn, the farmthe fields have long since been replacedAsphalt parking where that ten pew, Pentecostal stoodFast food, four lanes and a subdivided neighborhoodThe walls of the world are closin' inThe spreadin' city spreads us thinWe can't seem to make our ends meet the blackNеver would've thought it wouldn't lastA way of life that timе moved pastWhat I wouldn't give to have the back forty backMaybe I'm a sucker for knowing who lives next doorA view from my back porch, a pinch of peace and quietI can't get back the used to besso I hang on to the memoriesOf when I could still look upand see the stars not street lights shiningThe walls of the world are closin' inThe spreadin' city spreads us thinWe can't seem to make our ends meet in the blackNever would've thought it wouldn't lastA way of life that time moved pastWhat I wouldn't give to have the back forty backNow I get that progress has its placeAnd no regard for what it takesWish it would slow its pace and cut us all some slack'Cause it's all changing way too fastA way of life that time moved pastWhat I wouldn't give to have the back forty back
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