| I’m the daughter of a workin' man
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| He built our world with his two hands
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| He gave us everything he had
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| I’m the daughter of a workin' man
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| I’m a restless girl from a red dirt town
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| Like a tumbleweed, I rolled right out
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| The wind will bring me back around
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| Cause' I’m a restless girl from a red dirt town
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| And I don’t know what’s down the road from here
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| But I can only hope it’s something good
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| If love is to be my compass
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| Then I’m fine with what’s to come
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| Cause' part of knowing where I’m going
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| Is knowing where I’m from
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| There’s a burning deep down in my soul
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| Like a field on fire out of control
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| Lights my way when I’m far from home
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| Yes there’s a burning deep down in my soul
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| And I don’t know what’s down the road from here
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| But I can only hope it’s something good
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| If love is to be my compass
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| Then I’m fine with what’s to come
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| Cause' part of knowing where I’m going
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| Is knowing where I’m from
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| Where I’m from
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| And I don’t know what’s down the road from here
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| But I can only hope it’s something good
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| If love is to be my compass
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| Then I’m fine with what’s to come
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| Cause' part of knowing where I’m going
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| Is knowing where I’m from
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| I’m the daughter of a workin' man |