| We didn’t have no downtown strip
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| We’d all pile in and take a 2 mile trip
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| To where the road runs out
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| Sit there and sip on whatever anybody’s older brother could get
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| Where we worked in the dirt and fell in love
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| Got my heart broke, broke down my truck
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| Trying to spin out, show off in that mud too many times
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| So much has changed
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| But then again, it ain’t
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| Just like the scarecrows, even when the wind blows
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| We keep our boots and our roots in these cornrows
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| Where we threw down and we passed it around every Friday night
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| Just some old plowboys pretending we’re cowboys
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| We came from nothing, oh, but look at us now, boys
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| Even when we leave here, we’ll always be here, wherever we go
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| Just like the scarecrows
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| I don’t get back near enough and just like these fields
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| Yeah, we all grow up
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| And it takes a little more than a paper cup to get dizzy
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| This hundred acre stretch is buried in my bones
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| Don’t matter how long that I’ve been gone
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| I can be anywhere and some song comes on
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| And it’s like I never left home
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| Just like the scarecrows, even when the wind blows
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| We keep our boots and our roots in these cornrows
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| Where we threw down and we passed it around every Friday night
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| Just some old plowboys pretending we’re cowboys
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| We came from nothing, oh, but look at us now, boys
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| Even when we leave here, we’ll always be here, wherever we go
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| Just like the scarecrows
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| So much has changed
|
| But then again, it ain’t
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| Just like the scarecrows, even when the wind blows
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| We keep our boots and our roots in these cornrows
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| Where we threw down and we passed it around on a Friday night
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| Just some old plowboys pretending we’re cowboys
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| We came from nothing, oh, but look at us now, boys
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| Even when we leave here, we’ll always be here, wherever we go
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| Just like the scarecrows
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| Just like the scarecrows |