| I plant my seeds in these dirt roads
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| I see myself in these corn rows
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| I learn about love, I learn about pain
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| Talking to God, praying for rain
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| I found my wings in this Texas wind
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| It picks me up to fly and knocks me down again
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| There’s some things in life you can’t explain
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| So I’m talking to God, praying for rain
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| So I can stand tall in a storm like a live oak tree
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| No one in this world’s gonna ever get the best of me
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| Running down a dream like I’m chasing a train
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| Finding who I am a little more every day
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| 'Cause I’m just a girl
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| Talking to God, praying for rain
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| I see the world through my mama’s eyes
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| But I got my grandpa’s stubborn pride
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| And I hope that I never change
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| So I’m talking to God, praying for rain
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| So I can stand tall in a storm like a live oak tree
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| No one in this world’s gonna ever get the best of me
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| Running down a dream like I’m chasing a train
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| Finding who I am a little more every day
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| 'Cause I’m just a girl
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| Talking to God, praying for rain
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| 'Cause I’m just a girl
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| Talking to God, praying for rain |