| There's a house in Willoughby Grove |
| It used to have a wood burning stove |
| Lots of children playin in the yard |
| Life was good though the times were hard |
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| Here my mama say Papa fetch some wood |
| Growing up and Willoughby grove was good |
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| We were poor in Willoughby Grove |
| Papa built the car we drove |
| There was space and every hill was green |
| Water clear and here was so clean |
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| Here my papa say mama |
| I'm a happy man |
| Wish I was in Willoughby grove again |
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| But I had to see the world |
| The world outside |
| The one day I hitched a ride |
| I never had much reason to return |
| Mama wrote til Papa died |
| Now she's going to his side |
| Lord what a sad return (so sad) |
| And nobody saying |
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| Welcome home to Willoughby Grove |
| You know the county paved that old dirt road |
| Houses grow where meadows |
| Used to be in our yard as a factory |
| And there ain't nothing there to keep me now |
| Looks like I'lI be moving home |
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| I came home but Willoughby Grove was gone |
| I came home but Willoughby Grove was gone |
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