text: Growing up in a little town where theres not a lot to do
  No matter where you go troubles bound to run into you
  There was only one water hole this side of the county line
  The boys and me would hang our clothes on the no trespassing sign
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  Wed go swimming swinging from the tire in the tree
  And wed go fishing but we never caught anything
  There was a chance we might get caught but we always got off scot-free
  Trespassing on old man walkers property
  Well the older the old man got the meaner he seemed to be
  I could tell when our eyes met he didnt care to much for me
  I remember on friday nights me and my girl would wait up late
  When hed turn off his front porch light wed hop on over the gate
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  Wed go kissing underneath the cottonwood trees
  And wed go wishing on every star that we could see
  There was a chance we might get caught but we always got off scot-free
  Trespassing on old man walkers property
  Not long ago i went back home for the labor day weekend
  As i walked out of the store old man walker came walking in
  He said i used to watch you one by one sneak under my gate
  But id let yall play till your mommas said it was getting late
  Id come out a hollerin and you boys would scatter and run
  If youd of known i was a teddy bear you wouldnt of had half the fun
  I said you ol son of a gun for all these years i thought you hated me
  He said boy if that was true would i have hung a tire swing in the tree
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  Hearing yall laughing it really put a smile on my face
  Seeing yall splashing really brightened up this place
  There was a chance you might get caught but you always got off scot-free
  Trespassing on old man walkers propertypacked my bags and said my good-byes early that sunday evening
  I drove down the old mans dirt road just as i was leaving
  Out there in that water hole were little boys like i used to be
  Trespassing on old man walkers property
  Trespassing on old man walkers property