| In a town where what you know don’t make you who you are
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| It all comes down to the car you drive
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| Whether you’re a Mustang or a Chevrolet man
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| If you don’t know now, you better start choosin' your side
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| 'Cause every Friday night, you’ll take her uptown
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| And line her you on South Scales Street
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| It looks like a parade on Independence Day
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| With your homecomin' bride in the passenger seat
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| We were too young to know what this town had in store
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| We were too much in love to give a goddamn
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| With expectations high it’s always do or die
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| It seems like our fate’s already been sealed in… Reidsville
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| When I turned eighteen, I sold that car
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| Traded wheels for a wedding band
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| A Plymouth hunter-green, big block with three on the tree
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| With every nut and bolt turned by these two hands
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| It was a good start, then things just got so hard
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| Where the hell did we fall off track?
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| Now I work for her dad, and the pay it ain’t half bad
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| Keeps a roof on her head and the bank off my back
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| 'Cause we were too young to know what this town had in store
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| We were too much in love to give a goddamn
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| With expectations high it’s always do or die
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| It seems like our fate’s already been sealed in… Reidsville
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| That girl of mine, how her eyes they used to shine
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| Like two rare stones set out on display
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| We were wild and we were young and we could take on anyone
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| Now her eyes are darker than a funeral serenade
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| And I’d burn it down, every square inch of this town
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| Just to see one more smile on her face
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| When it comes my day to die, I wanna look God in the eyes
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| And ask Him why He gave up on this place
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| 'Cause we were too young to know what this town had in store
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| And we were too much in love to give a goddamn
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| With expectations high it’s always do or die
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| It seems like our fate’s already been sealed in… Reidsville |