| Those dirt roads are gravel now
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| That old storefront is falling down
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| Same ole population sign
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| Still nine hundred thirty nine
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| They’ve come and gone
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| We’d fry fish out at grandma’s house
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| Man I sure wish she was with us now
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| We learned to live
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| We laughed a lot
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| Had less time than we had thought
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| It’s come and gone
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| Moving forward looking back
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| I can’t get more than what I had
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| All these memories like roots in the ground
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| I may be gone but I never left
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| Still the kid on that porch step
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| Of the only home that I have ever found
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| With big dreams, a big mouth
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| And a big heart
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| For that tiny town
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| No city lights but we had the stars
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| This whole town was my backyard
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| Johnny Reb Talkin' tough
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| I’d find out where trouble was
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| Just because
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| I’d rope swing in that river bend
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| Where I got baptized and born again
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| Finding fields
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| and slingin' mud
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| Crazy kids and summer love
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| Where I come from
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| Moving forward looking back
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| I can’t get more than what I had
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| All these memories like roots in the ground
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| I may be gone but I never left
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| Still the kid on that porch step
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| Of the only home that I have ever found
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| With big dreams, a big mouth
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| And a big heart
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| For that tiny town
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| I know that you can’t see it on a map
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| But it’s everything that made me who I am
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| Moving forward looking back
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| I can’t get more than what I had
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| All these memories like roots in the ground
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| I may be gone but I never left
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| Still the kid on that porch step
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| Of the only home that I have ever found
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| With big dreams, a big mouth
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| And a big heart
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| For that tiny town |