| Shit-kickin', suburban
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| I grew up bareback ridin'
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| Out on the weekends at old Park Tate’s
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| «If you can catch 'em, you can ride 'em»
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| That’s what the old man said to us kids
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| I took that and ran for the rest of my days
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| I’m a little bit left of the salt of the earth
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| Not too proud, I’ll prove my worth
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| A little bit right of my family
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| You know they let me be
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| To make my way through this world
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| In spite of everything
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| Shit-kickin', suburban
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| For all I’m worth
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| I’m a Honda girl, Trail 90
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| Burn my calf every time I’d ride it
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| That carburetor left its mark on me
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| «If you can start 'em, you can ride 'em»
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| That’s what my daddy said to us kids
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| I took that and ran for the rest of my days
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| I’m a little bit left of the salt of the earth
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| Not too proud, I’ll prove my worth
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| A little bit right of my family
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| You know they let me be
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| To make my way through this world
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| In spite of everything
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| Tearin' down the dirt roads
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| Dean Brown’s gas store
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| Walkin' past the old men
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| Get a load of that tomboy, kid
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| Flyin' out the backdoor
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| Down to the lakeshore
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| Fishin' pole, bait worms
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| «Delta Dawn"in my head
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| Catchin' and releasin'
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| Didn’t feel it creepin'
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| That kudzu covered me
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| Like it would set me free
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| From the old ways and the old men
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| Damn, that trickery
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| Got the best of me, I’m gonna
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| Tear it down and start again
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| Granddaddy was a preacher
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| Built that church from the sand to the steeple
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| I didn’t know him except by his journaling hand
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| If you can find him you can love him
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| But girl you gotta be honest about him
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| Or you’ll be fightin' them weeds for the rest of your days
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| I’m a little bit left of the salt of the earth
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| But it’s alright, I’ll prove my worth
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| A little bit right of my family
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| You know they set me free
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| To make my way through this world
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| In spite of everything
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| Shit-kickin', suburban
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| For all I’m worth
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| Shit-kickin', suburban
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| For all I’m worth |