| I can feel the grass bend under my feet
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| I can taste the air and I swear it was sweet
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| Gonna feel it blowing in the back of my mind
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| Forty-five, take me back to Walker County line
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| Whoa, I should have known
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| Whoa, I should have known
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| Cause I’ve got a, a heavy heart and a heavy mind
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| I sing a song for all I’ve gone and left behind
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| I’ve got a, a heavy heart and a heavy mind
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| I sing a song for all I’ve gone and left behind
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| It’s weighing on me
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| It’s weighing on me
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| I want to get down, feel the dirt in my hands
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| Bone handle being worn down from working the land
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| I hear the crack from the fire and I know I’m alive
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| Flat on my back, looking up at a pinhole sky
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| Whoa, I should have known
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| Whoa, I should have known
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| Cause I’ve got a, a heavy heart and a heavy mind
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| I sing a song for all I’ve gone and left behind
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| I’ve got a, a heavy heart and a heavy mind
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| I sing a song for all I’ve gone and left behind
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| It’s weighing on me
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| It’s weighing on me
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| Cause I’ve got a, a heavy heart and a heavy mind
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| I sing a song for all I’ve gone and left behind
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| I’ve got a, a heavy heart and a heavy mind
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| I sing a song for all I’ve gone and left behind
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| It’s weighing on me
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| It’s weighing on me |