Just like that little girl who used to swing right there I still see her pink bow in her brown hair She's in the big city now, but she still calls home She's comin' back next week and, man, it's been too long And over there, under that wide oak tree Beside the cross, where my best buddy's buried Lays a puppy posted up in the shade That woman never could turn away a stray I guess that's why she said 'yes' when I got down on one knee Oh, long as all this is here, why the hell would I ever leave? You can't buy that kind of dirt cheap"