.Back in forty one, you met a brown-eyed boy
Who called you pretty
Heâd walk every day, couple miles out of his way
To hold your hand and keep you company
Your mama said, donât call it love at fourteen
But sittinâ on that front porch swing
He gave you his picture in a locket
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