| Life’s been coming at me like a fastball
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| Been in the weeds, be nice to see some corn growing tall
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| Need to trade some hurry up, for some hey y’all
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| Oh and I can’t hug my momma through these phone calls
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| Need to drive, through the pines
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| See my boys, wet a line
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| And drink a beer on the edge of town
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| Been striking out
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| It’s time I hit a home run
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| Point it toward that south sun
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| I’ll be touching bases with them faces
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| All them places I ain’t been too in way too long
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| Cuz I’ve been way too gone
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| Swinging for the fences I’ve been missing where I come from
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| It’s time I hit a home run
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| I need to hear that skillet popping in the kitchen
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| Stop and smell the magnolias
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| I’ll be on a mission
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| Maybe go and pay that tombstone a visit
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| Ain’t felt nothing that real in a minute
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| It’s time I hit a home run
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| Point it toward that south sun
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| I’ll be touching bases with them faces
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| All them places I ain’t been too in way too long
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| Cuz I’ve been way too gone
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| Swinging for the fences I’ve been missing where I come from
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| It’s time I hit a home run
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| I might leave tonight
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| Cuz what I need is waiting on me past that welcome sign
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| Home run
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| Running back to those dreams
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| I used to have when I was 17
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| Home run
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| It’s time I hit a home run
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| Point it toward that south sun
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| I’ll be touching bases with them faces
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| All them places I ain’t been too in way too long
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| Cuz I’ve been way too gone
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| Swinging for the fences I’ve been missing where I come from
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| It’s time I hit a home run
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| Tonight I need a home run
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| Home run
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| I might leave tonight |