| I been down a thousand roads
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| But I still hold on to my hometown area code
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| 'Cause the memories made
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| And the lessons learned
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| Keep one hand on the wheel no matter where I turn
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| I’m glad my daddy took my keys when he caught me drinkin' beer
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| And I can’t blame the coach who benched my ass my junior year
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| And don’t forget the girl that broke my heart and wrecked my plans
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| 'Cause they made me who I am
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| From the red dirt on my boots
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| To the red word Gospel truth
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| I’m tangled in these roots that keep me grounded
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| When I left home, well I knew it all
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| I was gonna tear the world up like a wrecking ball
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| But the world don’t care what you think you know
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| Now every time it hits me like a big brick wall
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| I’m glad my daddy took my keys when he caught me drinkin' beer
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| And I can’t blame the coach who benched my ass my junior year
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| And don’t forget the girl that broke my heart and wrecked my plans
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| 'Cause they made me who I am
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| From the red dirt on my boots
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| To the red word Gospel truth
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| I’m tangled in these roots that keep me grounded
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| Grounded
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| Like the tallest pine on top of the Blue Ridge mountains
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| And I wouldn’t wanna be no other way
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| I’m glad my daddy took my keys when he caught me drinkin' beer
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| And I can’t blame the coach who benched my ass my junior year
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| And everyone along the way whoever gave a damn
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| Y’all made me who I am
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| From the red dirt on my boots
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| To the red word Gospel truth
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| I’m tangled in these roots that keep me grounded
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| I’ll never leave these roots that keep me grounded |