| 'Round here we was raised in the church
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| We worked when we was hurt
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| And was proud of our dirt
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| God came first and He still does
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| Some things will always be just like they was
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| Life’s still good 'round here everyday
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| Ask anyone, betcha they all say
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| That’s because we’re country kids
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| How it was is how it is
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| Yeah, that’s the way we all were raised
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| Reckon some things ain’t never gonna change
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| It’s in our blood everywhere we go
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| From the city streets to them old back roads
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| No matter how young or old we get
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| We’ll always be country kids
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| Shellin' butter beans on the porch with Grandma
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| Learnin' how to cut the grass on the lap of Grandpa
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| On that old John Deere, Lord the thing still runs
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| Learned how to bait a hook and how to shoot a gun
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| Life’s still good 'round here everyday
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| Ask anyone, I betcha they all say
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| That’s because we’re country kids
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| How it was is how it is
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| Yeah, that’s the way we all were raised
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| Reckon some things ain’t never gonna change
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| It’s in our blood everywhere we go
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| From the city streets to them old back roads
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| No matter how young or old we get
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| We’ll always be country kids
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| From New York City to the Georgia pines
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| From Hollywood to the Bible belt
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| No ya’ll we ain’t too hard to find
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| No we ain’t hard to find
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| That’s because we’re country kids
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| How it was is how it is
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| Yeah, that’s the way we all were raised
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| Reckon some things ain’t never gonna change
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| It’s in our blood everywhere we go
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| From the city streets to them old dirt roads
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| No matter how young or old we get
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| We’ll always be country kids
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| Yeah from the moment we’re born
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| Till we’re a hundred and six
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| We’ll always be country kids |