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When I passed that city limit sign |
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I knew that I was finally on my own |
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So I put my foot down on the gas |
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To see how fast those wheels could get me going |
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Everything about that place made me who I am |
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But they say once you leave you can't go back again |
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So I took it with me, that cloud of red dust rolling up |
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That Georgia blue sky, setting sun, straight up highway forty-one |
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I took it with me, that wild street, that fighting size |
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That on the run on a Friday night |
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That standing tall small town crowd |
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I took it with me |
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They say this world can change you fast |
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Kick you right on back where you belong |
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I rolled my sleeves up every day |
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That's just what you do where I come from |
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Everything I ever knew I bottled up inside |
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What I'd leave your side at back home |
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It ain't hard to find |
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So I took it with me, that cloud of red dust rolling up |
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That Georgia blue sky, setting sun, straight up highway forty-one |
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I took it with me, that wild street, that fighting size |
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That on the run on a Friday night |
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That standing tall small town crowd |
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I took it with me |
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I'd be a thousand miles away |
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But it's still crystal clear |
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I see that picture in my mind |
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I keep with right here |
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So I took it with me, that cloud of red dust rolling up |
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That Georgia blue sky, setting sun, straight up highway forty-one |
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I took it with me, that wild street, that fighting size |
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That on the run on a Friday night |
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That standing tall small town crowd |
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I took it with me |
