| Grew up in a small town twenty miles from the state line
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| Learned early on to work hard for what I thought was mine
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| In the town that I call home there are two types of folks
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| Those that find their way out and there’s those that don’t
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| And I will give anything to live under those California stars, oh Lord
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| Guess I’ll settle on these Carolina scars
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| So I packed up like a freight train and I headed towards the lights
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| But the back of my daddy’s Chevrolet was as far as I got that Saturday night
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| Like a good drug she got me high, Lord did she let me down
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| And left me here alone to die in this God-forsaken, one-horse town
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| And I would trade the money that I’ve made for one night under California stars,
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| oh Lord
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| Guess I’ll settle on these Carolina scars
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| Now I am not ungrateful, please don’t misunderstand
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| Just a gambler out here waitin' on my winnin' hand
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| My daddy taught me the lesson he had to teach himself
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| And to me that’s more important than any kind of man-made wealth
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| And I will return the lessons that I’ve learned for one night under California
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| stars, oh Lord
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| I’ll just settle on these Carolina stars
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| Oh, I’ll settle on these Carolina scars
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| Oh, I’ll settle on these Carolina scars |