| One pool hall and a rundown cotton gin.
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| «Come Back Soon"hand painted on a grain bin.
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| We got a hardware store at the intersection,
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| Dirt roads runnin' in all directions.
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| I love this place.
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| But I gotta go,
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| Cause she is gone.
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| Ya’ll can have this town
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| And what I don’t grab on my way out.
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| Cause the only thing I need
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| Ain’t here. |
| She’s gone and found her way
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| To another life in a better place.
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| But I hear she’s missin' me.
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| Ya’ll can have this town.
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| Bet there ain’t a single place to fish up there.
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| No small talk or sweet tea, but I don’t care.
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| It’s gonna be worth every thing I have to leave
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| When I feel her loving arms on me.
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| Right there’s the Interstate.
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| And I’m turnin' on.
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| Looks like I’m gone.
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| Everybody says I’ll be back,
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| Brother don’t hold your breath on that
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| Cause as long as she ain’t here.
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| Ya’ll can have this town
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| And what I don’t grab on my way out.
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| Cause the only thing I need
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| Ain’t here. |
| She’s gone and found her way
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| To another life in a better place.
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| But I hear she’s missin' me
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| Ya’ll can have this town. |