Little yellow house sitting on a hill That is where he lived, that is where he died Every Sunday morning Hear the weeping willows cry
Two children born, beautiful wife Four walls and living is all he needed in life Always giving, never asking back I wish I had a simple love like this
I want a simple love like that Always giving, never asking back Oh, when I'm in my final hour, looking back I hope I had a simple love like that
My mama was his only little girl If he'd had the money, he would have given her the world Sitting on the front porch, together they would see Oh, how I longed to hear that harmony
I want a simple love like that Always giving, never asking back Oh, when I'm in my final hour, looking back I hope I had a simple love like that
I want a simple love like that Always giving, never asking back Oh, when I'm in my final hour, looking back I hope I had a simple love like that
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