| I grew up with a good gramps
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| That had my back through thick and thin
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| It was all for one
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| And one for all
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| Just to meet girls we started a band
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| Played a few bars and a high school dance
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| Man we thought
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| We had it all
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| In a small town
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| You can lay your roots down
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| Yeah it’s one red light, football Friday night
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| Some cold beer, hangin' out
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| I ride those back roads
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| Until I get back home
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| And it kinda feels like I’m standin' on hallowed ground
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| Sometimes I think I shoulda just stuck around
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| In a small town
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| In a small town
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| I drove out on a July night
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| Flipped a bird to the city limit sign
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| That I blew past
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| Haulin' ass
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| I never thought that I’d look back
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| But a little town changed all that
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| And now I know
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| That good things go
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| In a small town
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| You can lay your roots down
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| Yeah it’s one red light, football Friday night
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| Some cold beer, hangin' out
|
| I ride those back roads
|
| Until I get back home
|
| And it kinda feels like I’m standin' on hallowed ground
|
| Sometimes I think I shoulda just stuck around
|
| In a small town
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| In a small town
|
| You can lay your roots down
|
| Yeah it’s one red light, football Friday night
|
| Some cold beer, hangin' out
|
| I ride those back roads
|
| Until I get back home
|
| And it kinda feels like I’m standin' on hallowed ground
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| Sometimes I think I shoulda just stuck around
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| In a small town
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| In a small town |