| You were too bad for a little square town
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| With your hip-hop hat and your pants on the ground
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| Heard you cussed out mamma, pushed daddy around
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| You tore off in his car
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| Here you are runnin' these dirty old streets
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| Tattoo on your neck, fake gold on your teeth
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| Got the hood here snow, but you cant fool me, we both know who you are
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| Homeboy your gonna wish one day you were sittin' on the gate of a truck by the
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| lake
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| With your high school flame on one side, ice cold beer on the other
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| Ain’t no shame in a blue collar forty, little house little kids little small
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| town story
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| If you don’t ever do anything else for me just do this for me brother,
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| come on homeboy
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| I’s haulin' this hay, Uncle Joe’s farm
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| Thought of us bare foot kids in the yard
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| Man it seems we were just catchin' snakes in the barn
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| Now you’re caught up in this mess
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| I can use a little help unloadin' these bales
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| I can keep ya pretty busy with a hammer and a nail
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| Ain’t a glamorous life, but it’ll keep you outta jail
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| And not worry us all to death
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| You can’t hold back the hands of time
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| Mamas goin' grey and so is Daddy’s mind
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| I wish you’d come on back and make it alright
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| Before they’re called… homeboy
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| Homeboy
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| Come on homeboy
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| Homeboy
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| Come on homeboy |