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Luke Combs

For sale by owner sign on Highway 59
A signal of the times, a turning of the page
There used to be nothing here but that nothing disappeared
The pond, the barn, the farm
the fields have long since been replaced
Asphalt parking where that ten pew, Pentecostal stood
Fast food, four lanes and a subdivided neighborhood

The walls of the world are closin in
The spreadin city spreads us thin
We can t seem to make our ends meet the black
N?ver would ve thought it wouldn t last
A way of life that tim? moved past
What I wouldn t give to have the back forty back

Maybe I m a sucker for knowing who lives next door
A view from my back porch, a pinch of peace and quiet
I can t get back the used to bes
so I hang on to the memories
Of when I could still look up
and see the stars not street lights shining

The walls of the world are closin in
The spreadin city spreads us thin
We can t seem to make our ends meet in the black
Never would ve thought it wouldn t last
A way of life that time moved past
What I wouldn t give to have the back forty back

Now I get that progress has its place
And no regard for what it takes
Wish it would slow its pace and cut us all some slack
Cause it s all changing way too fast
A way of life that time moved past
What I wouldn t give to have the back forty back