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Well this life that |
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I live has took me everywhere |
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There ain't no place that |
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I ain't never gone |
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But it's kind of like the saying that you heard so many times |
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Well there just ain't no place like home |
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Did you ever see a she-gator protect her young |
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Or a fish in a river swimming free? |
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Did you ever see the beauty of the hills of |
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CarolinaOr the sweetness of the grass in |
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Tennessee? |
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And Lord I can't make any changes |
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All I can do is write 'em in a song' |
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Cause what |
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I can see is the concrete slowly creepin' |
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Lord take me and mine before that comes |
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Do you like to see a mountain stream a-flowin'? |
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Do you like to see a youngun with his dog? |
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Did you ever stop to think about, well, the air you're breathin'? |
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Well you better listen to my song |
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And Lord I can't make any changes |
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All I can do is write 'em in a song' |
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Cause what |
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I can see is the concrete slowly creepin' |
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Lord take me and mine before that comes |
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I'm not tryin' to put down no big cities |
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But the things they write about us is just a bore |
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Well you can take a boy out of ol' |
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DixielandOh but you'll never take ol' |
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Dixie from a boy |
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And Lord I can't make any changes |
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All I can do is write 'em in a song' |
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Cause what |
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I can see is the concrete slowly creepin' |
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Lord take me and mine before that comes' |
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Cause I can see the concrete slowly creepin' |
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Lord take me and mine before that comes |
