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...memories, That I still recall today. We'd pretend it was our home, Sometimes the grocery store, Sometimes it would be the Dr.s office, This old pack house we adored. Sometimes it was our Grand Ole Opry, We'd sing and shout, I would out sing em all, This was what our childhood was about. That old pack house today, Was about to fall down, But us kids got together, And we came up with a plan. We each pitched in our part, So our memories would remain, We restored our old pack house, Where our hearts still remain. They were the good old days, Where we laughed and played, Created wonderful memories, That we cherish to this day. *A pack house is where farmers yrs. ago, would store their tobacoo then they would put it in big tobacoo sheets and sell it at the tobacoo market. We turned it into our big play house.* Eyes do...