| This town is my home, it, s deep in my soul
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| Thats why I’m at home, even when im on the road
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| Grew up in the backdrop, of a small town
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| Nissan truck, dropped down
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| Volkswagon Rabbit, with the top down
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| Sittin on BBS’s, how that sound
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| Yeah, yall remeber that dont ya dontdontdontdontdontdontdontdontdont ya Thats where I ocme from, out the county
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| No distance or tour bus can take me To make me forget gettin my ass whipped
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| In the parking lot of Mafio’s
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| Skippin church the first time I heard Planet Rock come out a boombox
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| That may be the day God saved my soul
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| So, I take a little bit of everything I ever learned with me anywhere on this
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| globe I go No body can take that, think back
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| Linda Mae gave me the name
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| Now Daddy Boone said your radio
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| Ever throw the things that I chased I did
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| The world out there took a naive kid
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| Scarred his heart and beat him down
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| And this songs beat commin back around
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| From out the town where (?) is Northside High School Makin beats on the top of my desk
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| Whenever the techer left the room
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| Three years of ridin the bench on the play
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| More than the last 13 seconds of the game, gonna get a name
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| Hangin with the hood that loves my girlfriend
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| Ended up doin everyone of em None of them ever thought I knew what to do When it’s cool cuz I used to do your boo too
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| Stealin cigarettes and malt liqour
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| Back of the pep rally in the corner gettin (sweater?)
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| Vowed that I would quit partyin, never
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| But now we got death and meth and nothin left
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| But questions in our minds
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| Do you really think this town is ever really gonna change in our time
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| It’s in the sky, a mile high
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| It’s on your table, that black label
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| It’s in your locker, that bottle of vodka
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| Sardines, and pork &beans
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| Used to sit on the trunk of a 66 Pontiac
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| Where the party at?
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| I’m askin my kinfolk as the sun gets low
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| Can I get a hit of your cognac?
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| Hell no, yall know
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| Aint nuthin but the corner left
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| Did you hear about P Nuttty nutted up Four police cars, he was raisin hell
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| Took mace and a billy club to shut him up Well, been sittin here by myself
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| Drinkin on Eezie Geezie
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| With the diamond seal
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| Hangin low cuz I just got out of jail myself
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| One day I’m gonna leave this place
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| And yall might never ever see my face again
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| Friends then friends since we were little bitty
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| Now were grown, and this is our hooome |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song This Town, artist - Rehab. Album song Graffiti The World, in the genre Иностранный рок