| To the folks who need the money but won’t sell the family forty
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| Keep telling that suit and tie no
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| To all them hidden county liners, little mom and pop diners
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| Keep telling big money where to go
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| Remember God only made so much real estate
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| Tell the bank I’m gon' take it to the grave
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| Let’s keep the red dirt roads red dirt
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| Keep the little white church, keep keeping God first
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| Keep dragging that plow, keep the blue on your collar
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| Keep the sweat on your dollar, keep the sins in the water
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| And your roots in the ground
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| Keep standing tall, the hell in your naw
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| Here’s to all y’all keepin' small towns small
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| To the ones who rocking rust on a box-bodied truck
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| Rev it up, keep that rubber burned down
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| To the ones coming home to your homecoming queen
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| Keep making that girl’s daddy proud
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| To all of y’all fighting for that flag
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| We gon' hold it down till ya get back
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| And keep the red dirt roads red dirt
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| Keep the little white church, keep keeping God first
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| Keep dragging that plow, keep the blue on your collar
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| Keep the sweat on your dollar, keep the sins in the water
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| And your roots in the ground
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| Keep standing tall, the hell in your naw
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| Here’s to all y’all keepin' small towns small
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| To the gone but not forgotten
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| God, tell 'em we got 'em
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| And we know they’re looking down on this town
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| So we gon' keep them red dirt roads red dirt
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| Keep the little white church, keep keeping God first
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| Keep dragging that plow, keep the blue on your collar
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| Keep the sweat on your dollar, keep the sins in the water
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| And your roots in the ground
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| Keep standing tall, the hell in your naw
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| Here’s to all y’all keepin' small towns small
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| We keepin' small towns small |