| I was born down in Dixie
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| Among the cypress trees
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| And daddy was a driller and a wild hog killer
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| And momma, she was Cherokee
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| I was the second one, the youngest little son of the South
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| They brought me up right, taught me when to love and when to fight
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| And how to tough it out
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| And I learned how to pray back in Sunday school
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| And God bless the souls on Holly Ridge Road
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| You know they done all they could do
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| But a line walking saint is one thing I ain’t
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| I’m just your everyday good ole boy
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| But I ain’t too proud to hit my knees
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| When I need some peace and pray to the Lord
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| And that’s who I am
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| That’s the way I was raised
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| Every lesson learned and bridge I burned
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| Made me the man I am today
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| My feet are planted firmly on the ground
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| But I’m reaching for the stars
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| 'Cause my folks and my home
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| The road and these songs
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| Are all a part of who I am
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| Now I’m a walking contradiction
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| I’m right and I’m wrong
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| I’m somewhere between a Sunday morning sermon
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| And a good old drinking song
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| Full of anger and joy, still just a boy
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| But I’m a full grown man
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| And I’m out on the road singing my country gold
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| With a rowdy rock-n-roll band
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| And that’s who I am
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| That’s the way I was raised
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| Every lesson learned and bridge I burned
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| Made me the man I am today
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| My feet are planted firmly on the ground
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| But I’m reaching for the stars
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| 'Cause my folks and my home
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| The road and these songs
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| Are all a part of who I am
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| And that’s who I am
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| That’s the way I was raised
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| Every lesson learned and bridge I burned
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| Made me the man I am today
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| My feet are planted firmly on the ground
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| But I’m reaching for the stars
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| 'Cause my folks and my home
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| The road and these songs
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| Are all a part of who I am
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| It’s who I am |