| Where I’m from, me and my boys, we have a good time
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| Everybody’s tryna make a livin'
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| Where I’m from, our scars tell stories 'bout the past
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| And bad decisions, yeah prob’ly 'cause we didn’t listen
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| Where I’m from, momma knows best
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| Tryna walk a dirt road the Lords blessed
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| Where I’m from, where I’m from, where I’m from
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| Hop in, let me take you ridin' to the dirt that raised me
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| Ain’t no place amazin' as mine
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| You see that water tower?
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| Well I spent a lot of hours under it
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| Stealin' kisses from that girl at night, hold on
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| We could 'bout at Mize Crossin'
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| Where we drank and fought and raised hell 'til the cops shut us down
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| We’d crank that radio in the boat, throw each other in the river
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| Man it’s a miracle that none of us drowned
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| The smell of a campfire takes me back to the backside of De Queen Lake on 80
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| thousand deer in the rut
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| And I think of my first kiss every time I pass some honeysuckle
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| Ain’t nothin' like the smells of
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| Where I’m from, me and my boys, we have a good time
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| Everybody’s tryna make a livin'
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| Where I’m from, our scars tell stories 'bout the past
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| And bad decisions, yeah prob’ly 'cause we didn’t listen
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| Where I’m from, momma knows best
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| Tryna walk a dirt road the Lords blessed
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| Where I’m from, where I’m from, where I’m from
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| We’re all just blue collar folks
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| Workin' harder for a dollar than most
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| Goin' for broke, just hopin' to get ahead
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| Got a couple kids that need to be fed
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| Tryna keep a roof over our heads
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| But we don’t get depressed
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| 'Cause we know we’re blessed to live out here
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| Where we shoot dear, the shines clear and the beers light
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| If you wanna see this place come to life come downtown on a Friday night
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| Them lights on that football field transform boys into men
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| A state ring means a legacy no one soon will forget
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| Those railroad tracks run past my granny’s house
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| And every Sunday evenin' while we’re eatin' it’ll come around
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| Blowin' that horn (Oh-woah)
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| Ain’t nothin' like them sounds of
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| Where I’m from, me and my boys, we have a good time
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| Everybody’s tryna make a livin'
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| Where I’m from, our scars tell stories 'bout the past
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| And bad decisions, yeah prob’ly 'cause we didn’t listen
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| Where I’m from, momma knows best
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| Tryna walk a dirt road the Lords blessed
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| Where I’m from, where I’m from, where I’m from
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| Where I’m from |