| Wipe the footprints off my dash
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| Tore up those sun-faded photographs
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| Threw 'em in the wind, ya’ll can have it back
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| I’m outta here
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| I stuck my middle finger up in the sky
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| Flipped off that «ya'll come back"sign
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| Looked in the mirror one last time
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| And watched it disappear
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| It ain’t nothin' but a rearview town
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| Broken hearts and rusted plows
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| Roots ripped right up out of the ground
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| Never thought I’d ever leave it
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| It ain’t nothin' what it used to be
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| Population minus me
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| On the other side of that dust cloud
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| Ain’t nothin' but a rearview town
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| I could tough it out, but what’s the use?
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| A place that small, it’s hard to do
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| Too much of her to run into
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| And so much road to somewhere new
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| It ain’t nothin' but a rearview town
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| Broken hearts and rusted plows
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| Roots ripped right up out of the ground
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| Never thought I’d ever leave it
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| It ain’t nothin' what it used to be
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| Population minus me
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| On the other side of that dust cloud
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| Ain’t nothin' but a rearview town
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| It ain’t nothin' but yesterday
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| One less truck rollin' down Main
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| Ain’t nothin' left to say
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| It ain’t nothin' what it used to be
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| Population minus me
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| On the other side of that dust cloud
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| Ain’t nothin' but a rearview town
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| Ain’t nothin' but a rearview town |