| Southern soul, heart beatin'
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| An old dirt road, choir singin'
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| And standin' tall for what you believed in
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| And I’m movin' like a landslide
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| Boss man sits in his suit and his tie
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| Always tryin' to tell us what to sing, what to write
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| Couldn’t hum a tune if it hit him in the eye
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| Bullet in a Bible, stars in the sky
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| I don’t need you to tell me what to sing
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| Southern soul, heart beatin'
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| An old dirt road, choir singin'
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| And standin' tall for what you believed in
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| And I’m movin' like a landslide
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| Left wing, right wing, tell me where you stand
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| Doesn’t really matter just be your own man
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| Fightin’s hard enough just tryin' to be free
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| Hole in my heart, cards up my sleeve
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| I don’t need you to tell me who to be
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| And I’m movin' like a landslide |