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Me and Billy Joe and Mary Beth |
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Were raised up on the path of righteousness |
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Made a solemn vow that we'd always be close |
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And never wander far from Sawmill Road |
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As the years went by, the world began to change |
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One by one, we outgrew those childhood games |
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Momma cooked and cleaned and worried 'bout our souls |
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We got into beer and cars and rock 'n' roll |
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We knew Jesus was the answer and Elvis was the king |
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'Blue Suede Shoes' and 'Rock Of Ages' were the songs we learned to sing |
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Innocence went out of style and we just watched it go |
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Yesterday got left beneath the dust on Sawmill Road |
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Billy Joe went to Saigon for Uncle Sam |
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Now I go to see him, he don't know who I am |
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Once a year, I get a card from Mary Beth |
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She's with husband number four somewhere out west |
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I still live in this old house where we were raised |
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On this red dirt road, the county never paved |
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Now I watch my kids and worry 'bout their souls |
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And pray they'll never wander far from Sawmill Road |
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We knew Jesus was the answer and Elvis was the king |
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'Blue Suede Shoes' and 'Rock Of Ages' were the songs we learned to sing |
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Innocence went out of style and we just watched it go |
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Yesterday got left beneath the dust on Sawmill Road |
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Me and Billy Joe and Mary Beth |
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Were raised up on the path of righteousness |
