| I grew up workin' on a farm, way down South
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| I went to school against my will, way down South
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| I kissed girls and I shot squirrels out behind my house
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| I learned a lot about this world, way down South
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| I went to church, sang a lot of hymns, way down South
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| I learned to work on my pickup truck, way down South
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| I played my guitar under the stars, out behind our house
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| You will always find my heart, way down South
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| Clothes on a clothes line, hangin' in the sunshine
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| A garden growin' in the ground
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| Country music on the radio, talk about a good ol' sound
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| People drivin' pass when I’m cuttin' grass
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| Wavin' at every single one
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| That’s the way it’s done when you come from, way down South
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| Way down South
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| Swimmin' in the creek with all my friends, way down South
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| Prayin' them days would never end, way down South
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| Give me a worm and a fishin' pole, I’ll pull a fish on out
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| Those memories will never get old, way down South
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| Clothes on a clothes line, hangin' in the sunshine
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| A garden growin' in the ground
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| Country music on the radio, talk about a good ol' sound
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| People drivin' pass when I’m cuttin' grass
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| Wavin' at every single one
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| That’s the way it’s done when you come from, way down South
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| That’s the way it’s done when you come from, way down South
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| Way down South, way down South
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| Mmmmmmm…
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| Yeah, way on down |