If only life were this simple and sweet.
© J. Patrick Sharpe
Lyrics and Music by J. Patrick Sharpe
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Granddaddy died in prison just a few years after the war
And Grandma was laid up in bed I was standing outside by her door
And when she finally called me in she said, "Sonny, won't you come lay your claim?" And she placed in my hand the deed to the land at the end of Goldnugget Lane
Well I sat myself down on a flat rock where the mountain laurel abounds And I smiled at the beauty of springtime and soaked in all of God's country sounds And I cleared out some trees in the
middle put up a house that was little and plain And I found me a wife and we built us a life at the end of Goldnugget Lane
Well we're both real proud of Rita and Will he's doing fine too
And we almost lost little Emma the year she came down with the flu And some days were full of sunshine and some days were loaded with rain But we made our way through all of those days at the end of Goldnugget Lane
I'm sitting looking outside my window at the sky through the tops of the trees And most days things seem so simple when it only takes simple to please And I've had my
share of schooling but it was something that they failed to explain Well I hope when I die that my ashes will lie at the end of Goldnugget Lane
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