| Used to run down County Road 2854
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| Now I’m the boy that don’t come around no more
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| Sometimes I wonder if they even still remember my name
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| Light a cigarette and roll them windows down
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| You can hear them diesel, hummin' out of town
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| What if I’m scared to go back?
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| What if nothings the same?
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| Well, it just might be the hardest thing I’ll do
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| Yeah, well, I can’t seem to shake these young man’s blues
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| Still see them double gates, swingin' out wide
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| Nowadays that iron fence don’t seem so high
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| Wonder if that rodeo man, still livs across the street
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| Don’t want to say goodbye but it’s time, I guess
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| Next time I drive by, hope it hurts a little less
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| Growing up ain’t all it’s cracked up to be
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| Well it just might be the hardest thing I’ll do
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| Memory lane won’t let me roll on through
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| Well, it just might be the hardest thing I’ll do
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| Well, I can’t seem to shake these young man’s blues
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| Well, it just might be the hardest thing I’ll do
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| Memory lane won’t let me roll on through
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| Well, it just might be the hardest thing I’ll do
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| Yeah well, I can’t seem to shake these young man’s blues
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| Used to run down County Road 2854
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| Now I’m the boy that don’t come around no more
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| Sometimes I wonder if they even still remember my name |