I've never had a pair of shoes that weren't all hand-me-downs And daddy's morning coffee came from ol' left over ground My mama wore no jewelry or any storebought stuff And home was on a hillside forty miles from Poplar Bluff Forty miles back in Missoury there's a different way of life Where a man thinks of his neighbor and not his neighbor's wife Life is far from fancy sometimes mighty rough But contenment makes it worth it forty miles from Poplar Bluff
Our only family treasure was a beatup radio But it took us to the places where we knew we'd never go We never had much money but we always had enough Cause money never mattered much forty miles from Poplar Bluff Forty miles back in Missoury...
Well nearly every winter when the snow is on the ground And the roads would all be closed and we couldn't get to town But if daddy had his tabacco grandma had her snuff Then the winters didn't seem so long forty miles from Poplar Bluff Forty miles back in Missoury... Forty miles from Poplar BluffTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
