They fell in love at seventeen so young and so naive
And I think when we came along they put away their dreams
One by one the four of us meant one more sacrifice
But all I ever saw was love when I looked into their eyes
They didn't have a lot to five our toys were fields and trees
A little lake and some fishing poles but my best memories
Mamma played her dulcimer
Daddy played his old guitar
We'd laugh and dance till midnight
Underneath the stars
If you ask me what I'm made of
It's those good ol'days back home
On the front porch of that little house
Down on Sweetwater road
Now you can't buy the kind of life that comes from those bak woods
Some folks would say that we were poor buy I know we had it good
I lok into my children's eyes and I wonder if I can
Give them anything as real as what I know I had (when)
Mamma played her dulcimer
Daddy played his old guitar
We'd laugh and dance till midnight
Underneath the stars
If you ask me what I'm made of
It's those good ol'days back home
On the front porch of that little house
Down on Sweetwater road
I may have had a better life than anyone I know
And nothing makes me happier then when I go back home (and)
Mamma played her dulcimer
Daddy played his old guitar
We'd laugh and dance till midnight
Underneath the stars
If you ask me what I'm made of
It's those good ol'days back home
On the front porch of that little house
Down on Sweetwater road
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Lyrics submitted by Gabriel Z.