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This town is my home,it,s deep in my soul |
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Thats why |
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I'm at home, even when im on the road[Verse 1] |
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Grew up in the backdrop,of a small town |
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Nissan truck, dropped down |
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Volkswagon |
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Rabbit, with the top down |
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Sittin on |
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BBS's, how that sound |
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Yeah, yall remeber that dont yadontdontdontdontdontdontdontdontdont ya |
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Thats where |
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I ocme from, out the county |
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No distance or tour bus can take me |
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To make me forget gettin my ass whipped |
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In the parking lot of |
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Mafio'sSkippin church the first time |
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I heard Planet |
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Rock come out a boombox |
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That may be the day |
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God saved my soul |
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So, I take a little bit of everything |
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I ever learned with me anywhere on this globe |
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I goNo body can take that, think back |
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Linda Mae gave me the name |
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Now Daddy |
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Boone said your radio |
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Ever throw the things that |
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I chased I did |
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The world out there took a naive kid |
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Scarred his heart and beat him down |
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And this songs beat commin back around |
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From out the town where (?) is[Chorus x2][Verse 2] |
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Northside |
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High School |
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Makin beats on the top of my desk |
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Whenever the techer left the room |
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Three years of ridin the bench on the play |
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More than the last 13 seconds of the game, gonna get a name |
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Hangin with the hood that loves my girlfriend |
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Ended up doin everyone of em |
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None of them ever thought |
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I knew what to do |
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When it's cool 'cause |
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I used to do your boo too |
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Stealin cigarettes and malt liqour |
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Back of the pep rally in the corner gettin (sweater?) |
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Vowed that |
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I would quit partyin, never |
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But now we got death and meth and nothin left |
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But questions in our minds |
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Do you really think this town is ever really gonna change in our time |
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It's in the sky, a mile high |
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It's on your table, that black label |
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It's in your locker, that bottle of vodka |
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Sardines, and pork & beans[Chorus x2][Verse 3] |
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Used to sit on the trunk of a 66 |
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PontiacWhere the party at? |
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I'm askin my kinfolk as the sun gets low |
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Can I get a hit of your cognac? |
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Hell no, yall know |
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Aint nuthin but the corner left |
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Did you hear about |
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P Nuttty nutted up |
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Four police cars, he was raisin hell |
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Took mace and a billy club to shut him up |
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Well, been sittin here by myself |
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Drinkin on |
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Eezie Geezie |
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With the diamond seal |
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Hangin low 'cause |
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I just got out of jail myself |
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One day I'm gonna leave this place |
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And yall might never ever see my face again |
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Friends then friends since we were little bitty |
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Now were grown, and this is our hooome |
