| There’s a man in the mountains of east Tennessee
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| With three generations of makin' that gentleman’s drink
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| He pours in his soul and then the corn from his land
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| And he let’s that old clock do what only what it can
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| We were kids when I met her
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| And I quit that small town
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| A handful of years later oh just look at her now
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| Just like that whiskey she grew strong and smooth
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| And ole father time he knew just what to do
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| It takes time, you can’t rush right through this life
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| Time, no a crop don’t grow overnight
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| Time you gotta put the work in to get it right
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| Woah, Lord it just takes time
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| A bird dropped a seed and it bloomed in the woods
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| It took to 200 years to fall from where it stood
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| It took the hands of a maker and the sweat from his brow
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| To make that tree this guitar that I’m playing now
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| It takes time you can’t rush your way right through this life
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| Time, No a crop don’t grow overnight
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| You gotta put the work in to get it right
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| Oh it just takes time
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| Yea time time time
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| To make that tree this guitar that I’m playing now
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| It takes time you can’t rush your way right through this life
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| Time, No a crop don’t grow overnight
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| Time, You gotta put the work in to get it right
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| Ohhhh it just takes time
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| Ohhhh it just takes time
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| Ohhhh it just takes time
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| Yaaa time, time, time, time |