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Don't you dare go runnin' down |
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My little town where |
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I grew upAnd |
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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'd 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 plowboy turnin' 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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Where a couple 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 |
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Man, I swear that it ain't never been locked |
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And I guarantee that it never will |
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That ol' man right there in the rockin' chair |
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At the courthouse square, |
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I'll tell ya 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 million 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 singin' a song of the |
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SouthWhere |
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I come from |
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That little white church is gonna have a crownd |
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Yeah, I'm pretty damn proud |
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Where I come from |
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Where I come from |
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There's a big ol' moon shinin' 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 plowboy turnin' 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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Where a couple boys 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 across that ol' flat rock |
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Where I come from |
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Where I come from |
