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Fire Squad Dry Branch

Often times in my memories I wondered again To the Little Old Church by the Road I could see the dear people and hear them

There's an old church so dear, standing lonesome and still And in memory it's still to me A place still so sweet for I heard as a boy The old hymn Near

In a pawn shop in Chicago On a sunny summer day A couple gazes at the wedding rings There on display She smiles and nods her head As he says, "Honey

Who can tell just how it starts Angry words and broken hearts Till silently we sit apart You and I But in awhile the anger's gone And we forget who's