| Building in the pool, tore down the barn
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| Took out the gas grill, paved the farm
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| Sacred ground, sacred ground
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| Sister got married under that tree
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| Cottonwood tire swings, small town dream
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| Sacred ground, sacred ground
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| Yellow brick house down a gravel road
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| Holes in the roof that never showed
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| Always seemed like paradise to me, yeah
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| American flag on a chain-link fence
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| That kind of love hasn’t been there since
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| They covered the whole thing up in concrete
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| Oh, but it’s still sacred ground to me
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| Sunday chicken to feed six kids
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| Everybody’s fighting over two drumsticks
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| I can see it now, sacred ground
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| Front yard car wash, summer tans
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| Tilted floors, window fans
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| Bees flying around that sacred ground
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| Yellow brick house down a gravel road
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| Holes in the roof that never showed
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| Always seemed like paradise to me, yeah
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| American flag on a chain-link fence
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| That kind of love hasn’t been there since
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| They covered the whole thing up in concrete
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| Oh, but it’s still sacred ground to me
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| Yellow brick house down a gravel road
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| It has long been bought and sold
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| Childhood memory, paradise to me, yeah
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| Little piece of heaven inside that fence
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| That kind of love hasn’t been there since
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| They covered the whole thing up in concrete
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| Oh, but it’s still sacred ground to me
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| Sacred ground to me |