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Don't you dare go runnin' down my little town where I grew up |
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And I won't cuss your city lights |
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If you ain't ever took a ride around |
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And cruised right through the heart of my town |
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Anything you say would be a lie |
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We may live our lives a little slower |
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But that don't mean |
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I wouldn't be proud to show ya |
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Where I come from |
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There's an old ply boy out turning up dirt |
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Where I come from |
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There's a preacher man in a cowboy shirt |
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Where I come from |
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Well, a couple of boys fight in the parking lot |
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No, nobody's gonna call the cops |
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Where I come from |
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See that door right there, man I swear |
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It ain't never been locked |
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And I can tell you that it never will |
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That old man right there in the rocking chair |
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At the courthouse square I'll tell you now |
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He could buy your fancy car with hundred dollar bills |
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Don't let those faded overalls fool ya |
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He made his millions without one day of schoolin' |
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Where I come from |
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There's a pickup truck with the tailgate down |
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Where I come from |
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The pine trees are singing a song of the south |
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Where I come from |
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That little white church is gonna have a crowd |
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Yeah, I'm pretty damn proud |
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Of where I come from |
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Where I come from |
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There's a big ole' moon shining down at night |
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Where I come from |
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There's a man done wrong gonna make it right |
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Where I come from |
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There's an old ply boy out turning up dirt |
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Where I come from |
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There's a preacher man in a cowboy shirt |
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Where I come from |
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When a couple of boys |
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Fight in the parking lot |
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No, ain't nobody gonna call the cops |
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Yeah, that river runs |
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Across that old flint rock |
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Where I come from |
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Where I come from |
