| Early in the mornin 'fore the sun comes up
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| Wood’s burnin' in the stove
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| Coffee’s coolin' in his cup
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| He’s chompin at the bit to get his youngins outta bed
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| Check the baskets at the creek
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| Get the hogs and chickens fed
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| By the time we get to town the church crowd will be gone
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| Grand daddy grins
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| Sunday sure is a blessing when you’re livin' own home
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| Down home, everybody’s got one
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| Down home, the place that come from
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| Down home, something that your momma said
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| It ain’t just a good place for you to rest your head
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| On the way to pick up crickets stoppin by uncle johnnys
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| Askin' if he’ll take you fishin'
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| Oh, and he won’t probably
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| Aunt Dot’s got a honeydew list a mile long
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| She bought the pants, hemmed them up and put them on
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| Wears them everywhere she goes and he just tags along
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| Oh, cause love is unconditional when you livin' down home
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| Down home, everybodies got one
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| Down home, the place that come from
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| Down home, something that your daddy said
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| It ain’t just a good place for you to rest your head
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| Later in the evening with his babies back in bed
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| Yellow belly, bream and crickets still hoppin through our head
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| I’m thankin lord for grandpa and all our family
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| Days like today sure mean the world to me
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| Try and understand you have a plan when we up and go
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| But do we ever really need it when we’re livin' down home
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| Down home, heavens on a rural route
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| Down home, forever never runs out
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| Down home, its always blue skies
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| Down home’s angels wave when they fly by
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| Way down home, you can see past tomorrow
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| Down home, theres never any sorrow
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| Down home its something that jesus said
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| It ain’t just a good place for us to lay our head |