| Well this life that I’ve lead has took me everywhere
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| There ain’t no place I ain’t never gone
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| But it’s kind of like the saying that you heard so many times
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| Well there just ain’t no plae like home
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| Did you ever see a she-gator protect her young
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| Or a fish in a river swimming free
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| Did you ever see the beauty of the hills of Carolina
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| Or the sweetness of the grass in Tennessee
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| And Lord I can’t make any changes
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| All I can do is write 'em in a song
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| I can see the concrete slowly creepin'
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| Lord take me and mine before that comes
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| Do you like to see a mountain stream a-flowin'
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| Do you like to see a youngun with his dog
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| Did you ever stop to think about, well, the air your breathin'
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| Well you better listen to my song
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| And Lord I can’t make any changes
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| All I can do is write 'em in a song
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| I can see the concrete slowly creepin'
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| Lord take me and mine before that comes
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| I’m not tryin' to put down no big cities
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| But the things they write about us is just a bore
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| Well you can take a boy out of ol' Dixieland
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| But you’ll never take ol' Dixie from a boy
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| And Lord I can’t make any changes
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| All I can do is write 'em in a song
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| I can see the concrete slowly creepin'
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| Lord take me and mine before that comes
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| 'Cause I can see the concrete slowly creepin'
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| Lord take me and mine before that comes |