| Grass don’t grow on a busy street
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| Money don’t grow on an old oak tree
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| Time don’t grow as you grow old
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| But Imma gonna grow on you
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| The fields outside could use a little drink
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| Your heart’s in a drought baby what you think
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| Girl you’re as stubborn as the Alabama dirt
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| But Imma gonna grow on you
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| Like ivy up a hickory
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| Down in muddy Mississippi
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| I’m putting down roots
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| And Imma gonna grow on you
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| Like this simple song
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| You can sing along
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| When it feels this right it can’t be wrong
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| You’re gonna change your tune
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| And Imma gonna grow on you
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| This ain’t no discount pickup line
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| Sure as blackberries on a summer vine
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| Gimme a pick, gimme a try
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| And Imma gonna grow on you
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| Like ivy up a hickory
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| Down in muddy Mississippi
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| I’m putting down roots
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| And Imma gonna grow on you
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| Like this simple song
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| You can sing along
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| When it feels this right it can’t be wrong
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| You’re gonna change your tune
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| And Imma gonna grow on you
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| Like ivy up a hickory
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| Down in muddy Mississippi
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| I’m putting down roots
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| And Imma gonna grow on you
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| Like this simple song
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| You can sing along
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| When it feels this right it can’t be wrong
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| You’re gonna change your tune
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| And Imma gonna grow on you
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| Yeah baby that’s the truth
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| Imma gonna grow on you
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| Ain’t no cuttin' me loose
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| Imma gonna grow on you
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| Yeah, baby |