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I was born in Mississippi on the Gulf of Mexico |
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And I could hear the Gators a roar at night out on the old bayou |
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I remember Spanish Moss a hangin' from the cypress trees |
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And the smell of Honey Suckle on the Mississippi breeze |
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Thank you Mississippi for lovin' me |
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Thank you for givin' this country boy a place to dream |
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Thank you for old Cane Pole the fishin' hole |
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The grits and black eyed peas thank you Missippi for lovin' me |
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Then my family moved down to Texas when I was 12 years old |
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I took my first chew of plug tobacco and got hooked on rodeo |
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I rode my Buckskin pony where the old Red River flows |
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And my Texas pride still makes me cry when I remember the Alamo |
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Thank you Texas for loving me thank you for the country road the horny toads |
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The chile and pinto beans thank you Texas for lovin' me |
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Now I live up in Wyoming I love home out on the range |
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But every now and then my mind goes roamin' |
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Down those country roads through my boy hood days |
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And after all these years I'd just like to say |
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Thank you America for lovin' me |
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Thank you for givin' this country boy a place to dream |
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Thank you for the country roads the folks I've known |
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From sea to shinning sea thank you America |
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Thank you mom and dad for lovin' me |