| I spent my first eighteen years
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| Tryin' to get out of here
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| Cause I couldn’t find one reason to make me stay
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| Seen a lotta world since then
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| Lately it’s been sinkin' in
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| Still ain’t found a better place
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| All the things that made me leave
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| Are now the things that are calling me
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| Back to the front porch
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| Back to my roots
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| I need a little more simple life
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| Mud on my boots
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| I wanna see that sunrise
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| From my screen door
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| I’m lookin' forward
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| To getting back to the front porch
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| Someday I’d like to be that guy
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| Sittin' there watchin' life go by
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| Readin' the paper in my boxer shorts
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| I’d help my baby shell some beans
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| Wave at neighbors, drink sweet tea
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| Pull out my guitar if I get bored
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| All the things that made me leave
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| Are now the things that are calling me
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| Back to the front porch
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| Back to my roots
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| I need a little more simple life
|
| Mud on my boots
|
| I wanna see that sunrise
|
| From my screen door
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| I’m lookin' forward
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| To getting back to the front porch
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| Someday I’ll slow things down
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| Find my way back home
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| Back to the front porch
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| Back to my roots
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| I need a little more simple life
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| Mud on my boots
|
| I wanna see that sunrise
|
| From my screen door
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| I’m lookin' forward
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| To getting back to the front porch |