For sale by owner signOn highway fifty-nineA signal of the timesA turnin' of the pageThere used to be nothin' hereBut then nothin' disappearedThe pond, the barn, the farm, the fieldsHave 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 blackNever would've thought it wouldn't lastThe way of life, time moved pastWhat I wouldn't give to have, the back 40 backMaybe I'm a sucker forKnowing who lives next doorA view from my back porchA pinch of peace and quietI can't get back the used to be'sSo I hang on to the memoriesOf when I could still look upAnd see the stars not streetlights shinin'The walls of the world are closin' inThe spreadin' city spreads us thinWe can't seem to make our ends, meet the blackNever woulda thought it wouldn't lastThe way of life, time moved pastWhat I wouldn't give to have, the back 40 backNow I get that progress has it's placeAnd no regard for what it takesWish it would slow it's 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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Luke Albert Combs (Charlotte, Carolina del Norte, Estados Unidos; 2 de marzo de 1990), más conocido como Luke Combs, es un cantante y compositor estadounidense. Es considerado el nuevo referente del country y uno de los cantantes más populares y exitosos de…
