| Spent the summer throwing brim in a red ice chest
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| Gave my heart to Jesus in my Sunday best
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| Southern rock rolled from my radio each night
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| When «Freebird» fell out of the sky, felt like I lost an old friend of mine
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| Saw hate in living color on my TV
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| Learned black kids bled red just like me
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| Scott’s Playboy opened my eyes one afternoon
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| I noticed Jenny’s eyes were blue and Mama prayed for my every move
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| When I stop and remember, each moment stands alone
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| When I see ‘em all together, I’ve been blessed I know
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| I guess the Lord must love a dirt road, faded barns and shaded creeks
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| And I’ve come to think that He loves country boys like me
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| A slow sunset can make my day
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| Love is more than a yes in a Chevrolet
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| John 3:16 still brings me to my knees
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| Yeah, I stand here at peace knowing who I’ll always be
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| When I stop and remember, each moment stands alone
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| When I see ‘em all together, I’ve been blessed I know
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| I guess the Lord must love a dirt road, faded barns and shaded creeks
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| And I’ve come to think that He loves country boys like me
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| I guess the Lord must love a dirt road, faded barns and shaded creeks
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| And I’ve come to think that He loves country boys like me
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| Lord keep smiling down on me and all them country boys like me |