Down a long gravel driveway,
Hidden behind the woods,
Sits a house, my house,
Made a home by love.
The valleys and trees,
The pond and the stream,
Are all part of where I belong.
Neighbors, what neighors?
They're a half mile away,
Up the drive and to the left, you can't miss it.
Four wheelers and free running dogs,
It all part of the country life.
Mama's homeade biscuts,
And friends that never fade.
On the outskirts of Milltown,
Thats where my heart lies,
Where you can be yourself,
Where I belong.
 
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