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The shack

When I grew up my family lived in a shack
Mum and Dad and my brother and sister and me all in a one room shack
We didn't care about material things we lacked
There was lots of love in that tiny shack

Where I grew up we caught our water in a tank
We heated it in an old copper on a 44 gallon drum with a fire inside
And on cold winter nights we'd sit around warming our hands as the flames crackled and hissed
We didn't have any television you see
No telephone, no electricity
We had to occupy ourselves in other ways Reading, writing, conversation
There were stories told and jokes cracked
We didn't want for anything - we had it all
Love and laughter filled that tiny shack

And then one day I found an old guitar tucked away in the corner of the shack
And that first note I plucked was the sweetest sound I'd ever heard
Even though the strings were old and black
So I taught myself how to play that old guitar
And my life was changed forever - no turning back
Love, laughter, and now music filled our shack

That one room shack, the council could have condemned it as a place not fit to live"
A one room shack with no modern conveniences" they could have said
"That's no place to raise your kids"
But if they ever tried to do it I would have told them a thing or two
Cos' that one room shack with no modern conveniences was the finest home I knew And sure there were things that we missed out on by not living in the town
But the townsfolk missed out too
Cos' out here with no distractions around
The important things get through...