| At the end of the block, where the pavement stopped
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| Was a little ten single-wide
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| We had a juniper tree in the driveway
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| And a church on the other side
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| Early in the morning, summer sun rising
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| I remember waking up to the sound
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| Of that old yellow airplane dusting the crops
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| Shaking the windows in the house
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| Racing home from school in the afternoon
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| Just to catch my favorite show
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| Kicking back with Zach and Kelly Kapowski
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| Slater and Jessie Spano
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| Take me back to the place
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| To those cold October days
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| Back to the Friday nights
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| Underneath the lights
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| Hearing the cheers from a home game
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| Home sweet home on the range
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| I love how some things never change
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| Hearing the cows and the columbines
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| In the cool of the evening
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| Yeah, we were single-wide dreamin'
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| We were single-wide dreamin'
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| The day I turned sixteen I hit the DMV
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| Barely passed my driving test
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| In an '81 Oldsmobile Cutlass Supreme
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| With hardly any brakes left
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| Then I bought my first car from my cousin
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| Subaru hatchback with a busted clutch
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| But we’d limp it all around the Valley, picking up pop cans
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| Just to buy some lunch
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| Parties out in the lawn
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| We bumping Coolio like it was 1996, ha
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| And all the hicks in town brought their pickups out
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| Showing off their twenty-inch lift kits
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| Take me back to the place
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| To those cold October days
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| Back to the Friday nights
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| Underneath the lights
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| Hearing the cheers from a home game
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| Home sweet home on the range
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| I love how some things never change
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| Hearing the cows and the columbines
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| In the cool of the evening
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| Yeah, we were single-wide dreamin'
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| We were single-wide dreamin'
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| Passing notes in class, behind the teacher’s back
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| About who we had a crush on
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| And staying up all night, making mixtapes
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| With all our favorite love songs
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| And a couple of my best friends who were Mexican
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| Taught me to habla Español
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| With mariachis throwing down at fiestas
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| Sipping horchata and menudo
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| Take me back to the place
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| To those cold October days
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| Back to the Friday nights
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| Underneath the lights
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| Hearing the cheers from a home game
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| Home sweet home on the range
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| I love how some things never change
|
| Hearing the cows and the columbines
|
| In the cool of the evening
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| Yeah, we were single-wide dreamin'
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| We were single-wide dreamin'
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| We were single-wide dreamin'
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| We were single-wide dreamin' |