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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... Aus Songtexte Mania