Off the road behind some cedar trees
Down the lane and cross a creek
Stood a piece of property
My grand folks lived upon
We'd stop by every Sunday
After church we go to eat
By the time it was time to leave
The sun had beat us home
The shed and the barn
And the tractor was the farm
The treehouse flying high in that old oak tree
Screen door slamming hard
Homemade cookies in a jar
That's where my family roots were planted deep
Mama made us her best lemonade
Jumped off the front porch we had it made
Ah the smell of fresh cut hay
Shenandoah times
When it snowed there were hills to sled
Frozen toes time to go to bed
Grandpa's house he always said
Was haunted by ghost
The shed and the barn
And the tractor was the farm
The treehouse flying high in that old oak tree
Screen door slamming hard
Homemade cookies in a jar
That's where my family roots were planted deep
Tire swing in the summer days
Blue Ridge Mountains covered in a haze
Civil War in my redneck ways
Was just a way of life
We'd stop by every Sunday
After church we go to eat
By the time it was time to leave
The sun had beat us home
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Off the road behind some cedar trees
Down the lane and cross a creek
Stood a piece of property
My grand folks lived upon
We'd stop by every Sunday
After church we go to eat
By the time it was time to leave
The sun had beat us home
The shed and the barn
And the tractor was the farm
The treehouse flying high in that old oak tree
Screen door slamming hard
Homemade cookies in a jar
That's where my family roots were planted deep
Mama made us her best lemonade
Jumped off the front porch we had it made
Ah the smell of fresh cut hay
Shenandoah times
When it snowed there were hills to sled
Frozen toes time to go to bed
Grandpa's house he always said
Was haunted by ghost
The shed and the barn
And the tractor was the farm
The treehouse flying high in that old oak tree
Screen door slamming hard
Homemade cookies in a jar
That's where my family roots were planted deep
Tire swing in the summer days
Blue Ridge Mountains covered in a haze
Civil War in my redneck ways
Was just a way of life
We'd stop by every Sunday
After church we go to eat
By the time it was time to leave
The sun had beat us home
Down the lane and cross a creek
Stood a piece of property
My grand folks lived upon
We'd stop by every Sunday
After church we go to eat
By the time it was time to leave
The sun had beat us home
The shed and the barn
And the tractor was the farm
The treehouse flying high in that old oak tree
Screen door slamming hard
Homemade cookies in a jar
That's where my family roots were planted deep
Mama made us her best lemonade
Jumped off the front porch we had it made
Ah the smell of fresh cut hay
Shenandoah times
When it snowed there were hills to sled
Frozen toes time to go to bed
Grandpa's house he always said
Was haunted by ghost
The shed and the barn
And the tractor was the farm
The treehouse flying high in that old oak tree
Screen door slamming hard
Homemade cookies in a jar
That's where my family roots were planted deep
Tire swing in the summer days
Blue Ridge Mountains covered in a haze
Civil War in my redneck ways
Was just a way of life
We'd stop by every Sunday
After church we go to eat
By the time it was time to leave
The sun had beat us home
Writer: Jonathan Aldieri
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