| Take me back to them
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| Cotton fields and barb wired fences
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| All the things that I’m missin'
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| Dirt ridin' and nighttime fishin'
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| Hit the river and take a dip
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| And I don’t know why I wanted to leave
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| Something that means so much to me
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| I guess it’s what it took for me to see
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| No matter where I roam the only place I call home
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| Is in the country
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| Way out in the country
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| Huntin', fishin', that’s just how we lived
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| In homes, valley back to my beginin'
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| Learn the skill of skinin'
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| vine filled with thorns
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| We was hidin' in a farm
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| Pond filled with snakes and gators we was divin' in
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| Ain’t nothin' to a country boy
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| Only fear the good Lord and a mama, boy
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| Drive big trucks like a Tonka toy
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| You know them country girls to love a country boy
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| We can get litty on outside of the city
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| Dance in front of the lights on an F250
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| Windows down crankin' Conway Twitty
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| Takein' me back to them
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| Cotton fields and barb wired fences
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| All the things that I’m missin'
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| Dirt ridin' and nighttime fishin'
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| Hit the river and take a dip
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| And I don’t know why I wanted to leave
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| Something that means so much to me
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| I guess it’s what it took for me to see
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| No matter where I roam the only place I call home
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| Is in the country
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| Let me get the picture real quick
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| So maybe y’all will understand
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| Where I grew up on that family land
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| Papa passed it down to my old man
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| Now that’s where he rocks
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| Back and forth on that front porch
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| Hoo owl off in the distance
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| Moonlight bright as a tiki torch
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| Bonfires and some stinky weed
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| Moonshine and old oak trees
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| Fish jumpin' up out the creek
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| Honey suckles and bumble bees
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| This is my place (My place)
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| This is my home (My home)
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| No matter I go take me, take me, take me, take me
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| Take me back to them
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| Cotton fields and barb wired fences
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| All the things that I’m missin'
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| Dirt ridin' and nighttime fishin'
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| Hit the river and take a dip
|
| And I don’t know why I wanted to leave
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| Something that means so much to me
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| I guess it’s what it took for me to see
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| No matter where I roam the only place I call home
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| Is in the country
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| Y’all know 'bout where I was raised
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| Where we pay respects and say grace
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| The name chiseled on local tombs and graves
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| Jones County the place where I was saved
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| A book of sentences I’ve written for miles
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| Like scripture since I was a child
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| Pops laid block but for hours
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| A strong foundation to stand up on and climb
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| Each breath taken I could feel the light
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| Shinin' the songs I sing way back in the pines
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| The memories made always outlast the pain
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| The hourglass drains, I count the grain
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| Lookin' back now I stop and think
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| How long it’ll last, gone in a blink
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| A kid raised up
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| Lord take me, take me
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| Take me back to them
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| Cotton fields and barb wired fences
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| All the things that I’m missin'
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| Dirt ridin' and nighttime fishin'
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| Hit the river and take a dip
|
| And I don’t know why I wanted to leave
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| Something that means so much to me
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| I guess it’s what it took for me to see
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| No matter where I roam the only place I call home
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| Is in the country |