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It was one lane in and one lane out |
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A country road they built around |
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A general store and last stop for gasoline |
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A paved carpet where we rode our bikes |
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How the mail came in and how our town survived |
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A hundred miles from the city's cold concrete |
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Yeah round here old rural route number three |
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Is more than just a crossing for tumbleweeds [Chorus:] |
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She's taken sons to foreign shores |
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Brought some back home to their front porch |
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She' how we come together when the church bell rings |
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A quarter inch on a fold out map |
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Where we live, love, cry and laugh |
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I hope my kids can grow up just like me |
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On a country road like rural route number three |
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My first memory is wrapped around |
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Momma walkin' me to my first bus route |
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She thought |
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I didn't notice but saw her cry |
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A place we parked and fogged windows |
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A way to college and |
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Christmas back home |
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The shoulder |
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I broke down on when a good friend died [Chorus] [Bridge:] |
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The sun is hot, our flag it waves |
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We've dreamed for years about this day |
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When we'd take those five yellow ribbons down |
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Riding the blacktops hot heatwaves |
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Black boots marchin' through ticker tape |
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A boy from overseas came back to town |
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Today old highway three is hallowed ground [Instrumental fade out ] |
