| Remember back when working hard
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| That baseball games and grandma jar
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| Appetites grew strong in the Georgia sun
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| 'Bout the time you could smell the meal
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| With clean hand in center field
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| Someone would holler at, «Dinners on»
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| And no matter who the battle won
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| We’d stop and drop our baseball gloves
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| Head for the water pump to wash our hands
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| All stars bowed their heads in grace
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| Each one with its own home plate
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| Filled with the fruits of their labor from our land
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| And we were family
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| Family with resemblances too strong for us to see
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| We’re family, ageless family
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| And safe at home is all we longed to be
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| I can still see little brother’s face
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| As he slit wide eyed in the second base
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| And countless times I’ve wished we could return
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| It’s in that moment seems so clear
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| Just who we are, why we’re here
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| And I pray that someday soon the world will learn
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| We’re family
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| Big family with resemblances too strong for us to see
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| We’re family, ageless family
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| And safe at home is all we longed to be |