| Bunch of buddies in John Deere hats
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| A little crazy, but they got my back
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| Know every roll-through stop sign like the back of my hand
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| And every bank where the fish will bite
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| Still like putting a smile on the face
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| Of a girl I’ve known since the second grade
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| Got a kiss that’s sweet like lemonade
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| She’s everything I’ll ever need
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| Another reason I’ll never leave
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| Born here, live here, die here
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| From the roots, to the boots, to the lay me down suit
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| Yeah, I’m gonna be proud to be right here
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| Just like my daddy, and his daddy did too
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| Ride the same roads, work the same dirt
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| Go to the same church and drink the same beer
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| Born here, live here, die here
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| Yeah
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| Everybody’s gotta find their place
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| Some dreams you catch, some dreams you chase
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| Some people run and some people stay
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| Me, I’ll always be
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| A born here, live here, die here
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| From the roots, to the boots, to the lay me down suit
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| Yeah, I’m gonna be proud to be right here
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| Just like my daddy, and his daddy did too
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| Ride the same roads, work the same dirt
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| Go to the same church and drink the same beer
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| Born here, live here, die here
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| Yeah
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| I’m gonna raise one up in the air tonight
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| For all the folks like me
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| Here’s to the born here, live here, die here
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| From the roots, to the boots, to the lay me down suit
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| Yeah, I’m gonna be proud to be right here
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| Just like my daddy and his daddy did too
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| We’ll ride the same roads, work the same dirt
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| Go to the same church and drink the same beer
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| Born here, live here, die here
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| Born here, live here, die here
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| Born here, live here, die here (Die here)
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| Yeah
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| Born here, live here, die here
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| I’ll be right here |