| Where I come from they’re good at raisin'
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| Their hands on Sunday, drinks up high and a bunch of babies
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| Everybody knows, everybody’s business
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| Like who got drunk, who got fired, and who’s been kissin'
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| 18 years old, I hit the road, didn’t plan on lookin' back
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| But you don’t leave with roots that deep no matter where you’re at
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| It’s in my blood, it’s in my veins
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| The way I talk and the way I pray
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| If I close my eyes, I’m there right now
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| You can take the girl out of the country
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| But the country stays runnin' in my veins
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| Runnin' in my veins
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| For a little while, I can tone it down
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| But a couple drinks or a call from Mama brings it out
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| I’ma sucker for a romance, ooh, I love a southern man
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| Hold my door and hold my hand before he gets that kiss
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| It’s in my blood, it’s in my veins
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| The way I talk and the way I pray
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| If I close my eyes, I’m there right now
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| You can take the girl out of the country
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| But the country stays runnin' in my veins
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| Runnin' in my veins
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| You might see me in NYC or California
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| But you best believe my heart is always still in Georgia
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| It’s in my blood, it’s in my veins
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| The way I talk and the way I pray
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| If I close my eyes, I’m there right now
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| You can take the girl out of the country
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| But the country stays runnin' in my veins
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| Runnin' in my veins
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| It’s runnin' in my veins
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| Oh, it’s runnin' in my veins, baby
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| It’s runnin' in my veins
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| Ooh, it’s runnin' in my veins
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| Baby, it’s runnin' in my veins |