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Regan Rousseau
Regan Rousseau
Songwriter
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Nicole Beaubien
Nicole Beaubien
Producer

Letra

Holidays and long weekends Mom loaded up the mini van And we drove until the highway turned to green To a little one story off of Pineville Road White fence, forty acres, and rolling hills was home to me When grandpa sells the farm where are the horses gonna go When that truck I learned to drive in is for sale on down the road Thought I'd always have the valley Thought I'd bring somebody home Always dreamed of growing up I never dreamed of growing old I found a friend in an old six string Wrote a hundred songs on that front porch swing Watching sunsets fade to black Seasons changed and I did too Never worried cause I knew It'd be right there when I came back When grandpa sells the farm who's gonna walk these country roads When the treehouse that my brothers built is lost and overgrown Thought I'd always have the valley Thought I'd bring somebody home Always dreamed of growing up I never dreamed of growing old Rays of gold covering this country I've seen it all, California to Tennessee I'm not sure how to word what I believe in But I know God made this place When grandpa sells the farm where are the horses gonna go When that truck I learned to drive in is for sale down the road Thought I'd always have the valley Thought I'd bring somebody home Always dreamed of growing up I never dreamed of growing old
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