| They call us a two lane just passing by slow down town
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| Yeah they say what’s there to do when you ain’t got nothin' around
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| Just a few street lights, speed limit signs that all say 25
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| But those folks ain’t lived in our lives
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| They ain’t seen the blood sweat and tears
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| It took to live their dreams
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| When everything’s on the line
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| Ain’t just another field, just another farm
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| Naw, it’s the ground we grew up on
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| They think it’s a middle of nowhere place where we take it slow
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| Aw, but they don’t know
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| All they see is tractors, barbwire and tall green grass
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| Naw they don’t see the years spent working, busting their ass
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| How they pray for rain
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| They don’t know a thing
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| About what it takes
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| Livin' this way
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| They ain’t seen the blood sweat and tears
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| It took to live their dreams
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| When everything’s on the line
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| Ain’t just another field, just another farm
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| Naw, it’s the ground we grew up on
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| They think it’s a middle of nowhere place where we take it slow
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| Aw, but they don’t know
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| No, they don’t know
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| They call us a two lane just passing by slow down town
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| Yeah they say what’s there to do when you ain’t got nothin' around
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| They ain’t seen the blood sweat and tears
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| It took to live their dreams
|
| When everything’s on the line
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| Ain’t just another field, just another farm
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| Naw, it’s the ground we grew up on
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| They think it’s a middle of nowhere place where we take it slow
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| Aw, but they don’t know
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| No, they don’t know |