| I wore that red and white on a Friday night
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| When my hometown takes the field
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| I say «Yes sir, yes Ma’am, try to be the best man, that’s how I feel»
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| No matter where my heart runs, I remember where I came from
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| Still got that raised up, ride that, small town, pride that
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| Black, red, white and blue
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| Got that trust from a handshake, dust from a long day’s
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| Hard work on my boots
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| Those friends I still got with me
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| Its that town that made those memories
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| Still got a piece of me, yeah, got a piece of it too
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| And every thing I do, reppin' my roots
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| I’m reppin' my roots
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| That old single cap truck that my dad fixed up at 16, still running
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| And my grandpas last paw
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| Scratched in the wood, six string, still strumming
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| No matter where I go now, I show 'em off somehow
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| Still got that raised up, ride that, small town, pride that
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| Black, red, white and blue
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| Got that trust from a handshake, dust from a long day’s
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| Hard work on my boots
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| Those friends I still got with me
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| Its that town that made those memories
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| Still got a piece of me, yeah, got a piece of it too
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| And every thing I do, reppin' my roots
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| You got that raised up, ride that, small town, pride that
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| Black, red, white and blue
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| I got that trust from a handshake, dust from a long day’s
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| Hard work on my boots
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| It’s those friends I still got with me
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| Its that town that made those memories
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| Still got a pieace of me, yeah, got a piece of it too
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| And every thing I do, reppin' my roots
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| Yeah, reppin' my roots
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| I’m reppin' my roots
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| Reppin' my roots |