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As I look across the pasture I can see the old home place, it’s barely standing there at all cause the weeds has took its place and my mind goes back to those days of that sweet serenity and I’m just looking through these bars at just a memory.

And tomorrow they will come and take me, down, the hallway to my doom. And tomorrow will be , the last time I see, through these bars, my memories of home.

I can almost hear momma saying son, come on home, your suppers on the table and soon it’s gonna be cold,. Then my mind goes back to those days of such sweet serenity, but I’m still looking through these bars at just a memory!

And tomorrow they will come and take me, down the hallway to my doom. And tomorrow will be, the last time I see, through these bars, my memories of home…