| Down where I was born it was heaven on earth.
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| The Flint River washes that red Georgia dirt.
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| The sun sets slow and the stars shine bright.
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| We raised cotton, and corn, a little cane, and kids.
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| You either lived on a farm or wish you did.
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| Jesus always walked close by our side.
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| Where I grew up, we rode in trucks.
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| There’s a lot about life we learned on a bus,
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| How to lie, how to fight, how to kiss, how to cuss.
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| The closer we sat to the back, the smarter we got.
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| We were poor, we were ugly, we were all best friends.
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| White-eyed, baptized, and still wantin’to sin.
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| Thank God we get more than just one shot.
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| Where I grew up, we rode in trucks.
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| That’s us, haulin’hay in the field with the radio on.
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| That’s us, headin’straight into town when the work is done.
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| In my mind, I can still see us now, ridin’down Buck Island Road.
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| It wasn’t that long ago.
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| We thought tobacco and beer in a can
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| Was all it would take to be like our old man.
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| Then I saw how it made my momma cry.
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| It was huntin’and fishin’and football games.
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| Then it was girls, and everything changed,
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| In our lives.
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| Fallin’in and out of love, we rode in trucks.
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| That’s us with our tailgates down in the parking lot.
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| That’s us with mud on our tires when it rained a lot.
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| In my mind, I can still see us now, ridin’down Buck Island Road.
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| It wasn’t that long ago, it’s a part of my soul. |
| Yeah.
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| Down where I was born, it was heaven on earth.
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| The Flint River washes that red Georgia dirt.
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| The sun sets slow and the stars shine bright.
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| Where I grew up, we rode in trucks. |