| Every day, someone asks me
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| What’s my story and what do I like to do
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| And every day, for the most part, I only go so far
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| I almost never tell the truth
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| Cause the truth is behind me, there’s not much to give up
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| I like simple, not complicated
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| 'Cause I’m a small town kid driven by rock music
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| And some honky-tonk in the mix
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| I like whiskey in coke, a double to the top
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| A shot of Cuervo now and then
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| I never ask for a lot, I’ll never need much
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| Just a good-looking lady who can drive my truck
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| I’m not afraid to admit I’m that small town kid
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| City lights, yellow cabs, Yankee hats
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| Suits and ties everywhere
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| These city folks, they look at me in my shirt and jeans
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| And make me think I don’t fit in here
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| Well the things they say might be right
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| They might be so, but one thing I know
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| I can’t change who I am
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| 'Cause I’m a small town kid driven by rock music
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| And some honky-tonk in the mix
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| I like whiskey in coke, a double to the top
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| A shot of Cuervo now and then
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| I never ask for a lot, I’ll never need much
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| Just a good-looking lady who can drive my truck
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| I’m not afraid to admit I’m that small town kid
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| Mama, don’t you worry, they won’t change me
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| A hundred thousand miles mean nothing to me
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| 'Cause I’m a small town kid driven by rock music
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| And some honky-tonk in the mix
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| I like whiskey in coke, a double to the top
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| A shot of Cuervo now and then
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| I never ask for a lot, I’ll never need much
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| Just a good-looking lady who can drive my truck
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| I’m not afraid to admit I’m that small town kid
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| I’m that small town kid |