| Well I’ve seen big city lights, they ain’t for me ya know
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| Cause nothing beats barefoot walkin down a red clay road Sweatin like a dog for
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| my daddy to take my baby to the show
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| And a little bit later maybe ease on down to the swimming hole
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| I’m proud to be home grown. |
| Proud my hometown calls me one of their own
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| Lord knows I love this land from the carolina cotton fields to Alabama, oh yeah
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| From the blue grass of Kentucky, and old Virgina town to Tennessee,
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| they call me me
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| I swear there’s no place I’d rather be, then down home in Dixie
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| You ain’t gotta worry bout the hustle and the bustle and the honking horns
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| I’m proud to say it’s where I was raised and the music I love was born
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| I loved to wipe my feet and watch my mouth each time I set foot in momma’s house
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| Lord knows I love this land from the carolina cotton fields to Alabama, oh yeah
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| From the blue grass of Kentucky, and old Virgina town to Tennessee,
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| they call me me
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| I swear there’s no place I’d rather be, then down home in Dixie
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| I swear there’s no place I’d rather be, then down home in Dixie |