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Well it's been so long |
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I swore I'd never come back |
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To this sleepy little one horse dot on the map |
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But the roots run deep |
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In this rocky red ground |
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And I could feel that pull, every road I went down |
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Growing up around here in this taillight town |
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I spent seventeen years tryin' to find a way out |
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Took a whole lot of miles to know what I know now |
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I'm kind of proud of growing up around here |
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Well I kissed my first girl |
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Behind that Texaco sign |
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I drank my first cold beer by that river side |
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I played a little football |
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Got a letter on my jacket |
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I bet it's still in that box, up there in my Mom's attic |
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Growing up around here in this taillight town |
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I spent seventeen years tryin' to find a way out |
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Took a whole lot of miles to know what I know now |
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I'm kind of proud of growing up around here |
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Yeah I know someday |
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No matter how far I roam |
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Oh I'll end up back this way |
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And I'll call this place home |
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Yeah there's no place like home |
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Growing up around here in this taillight town |
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I spent seventeen years tryin' to find a way out |
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Took a whole lot of miles to know what I know now |
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Growing up around here in this taillight town |
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I spent seventeen years tryin' to find a way out |
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Took a whole lot of miles to know what I know now |
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I'm kind of proud of growing up around here |
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Yeah I'm proud |
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Of growing up around here |
