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Daddy was a traveler
He'd pedal near and far
Singing songs of Dixie
And fixing old guitars
He'd roll into a small town
And set him up a shop
Out back of his old camper
A simple life for sure
He settled down in Lynchburg
The year that I was born
He loved my momma dearly
And they set 'em up a farm
He parked his Winnebago
Outside in the barn
It wasn't for a family man
But he couldn't let it go
Daddy's old Winnebago
It smells like mold and hand rolled cigars
It got to know every backroad
Of this Smoky Mountain ground
Well I found that Winnebago
When I turned 21
Just wild enough and wise enough
To get that thing to run
I headed for the hillside
Up into the pines
To find myself some freedom
Or maybe just to drive
In daddy's old Winnebago
It smells like mold and hand rolled cigars
It got to know every backroad
Of this Smoky Mountain ground
This one piece of history
Keeps my old man alive
Rolling through the mountainside
And resting under stars
I'll be back to Lynchburg
Where mama still resides
But that barn can keep on waiting
Cause it's gonna be a while