| There’s still marks on that pantry door
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| In that little house
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| Where mama used to measure us
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| And I’m proud to say that’s my home
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| Where I was raised
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| But that ain’t where I grew up
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| See I gained a little on father time
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| That summer my grandaddy died
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| The first time I saw mama cry
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| Man that sure was tough
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| Felt like I’d put on a few years
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| Watching daddy wipe her tears
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| In my little coat and tie
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| Standing in the cemetery mud
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| That’s where I grew up
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| My senior year, a case of beer
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| Right on the river bank
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| Getting a head start on 21
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| That’s the place that made me feel
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| Just like a man
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| But that ain’t where I grew up
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| See I gained a little on father time
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| That night I crossed that center line
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| I bet I rolled a dozen times
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| Next thing I knew, I was…
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| Waking up upside down
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| Praying «God, just get me out»
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| And I hit my knees
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| Beside what was left of my truck
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| And that’s where I grew up
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| You learn as you go, oh
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| You see that’s how you grow
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| I gained a little on father time
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| When me and her had our first big fight
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| I said some things, I made her cry
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| She packed all her stuff
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| The boy in me said let her go
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| But the man in me said pull her close
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| It was time to find out which one I was
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| Standing in the doorway, holding on to love
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| That’s where I grew up
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| That’s where I grew up |