| No matter where this road may go
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| No matter how far from my home
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| It’s always there to let me know
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| Where I’m from and who I’ll be
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| Who knows where this road may go
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| City lights from dusty roads
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| I don’t give a damn who knows
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| That’s where I’m from and who I’ll be
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| The times getting shorter for the simple man
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| And the roads getting longer in this crowded van
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| And the sharpie stains on these busy hands
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| Remind me of a time when I dreamed for fans
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| Now they got me rolling toward the city light
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| The sold out shows on the weekday nights
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| All the hard work’s how I paid the price
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| To reach my goals it took a lot of sacrifice
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| Putting in overtime at the kitchen paid
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| For the illest nights and the sleepless days
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| And it was all just to build us a better way
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| Where we could share a simple vision for a brighter day
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| Ain’t nothing changed but the time of day
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| And the amount of hours that I don’t have to play
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| But I just pray that I keep you all straight
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| Because this narrow road sure can be a busy lane
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| No matter where this road may go
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| No matter how far from my home
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| It’s always there to let me know
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| Where I’m from and who I’ll be
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| Who knows where this road may go
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| City lights from dusty roads
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| I don’t give a damn who knows
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| That’s where I’m from and who I’ll be
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| They gave me fancy clothes but I couldn’t wear 'em
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| They pushed me fancy cars but I wouldn’t caring
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| I’m still at wall mart buying underwear
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| Only difference now I buy a hundred pair
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| Favorite dickie work shirt that I love to wear
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| And they know me at the register I’m always there
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| Same barber shop still cuts my hair
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| Since my first album you can get my CD there
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| Now I’m on the road again like a willie song
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| I still can’t believe pop’s really gone
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| And he ain’t here to see everything that’s going on
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| But I know he’d be proud looking down like boy your on
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| Your family got your back so you’re free to roam
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| Your gal got your kids holding down your home
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| Never look back show them what you know
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| I taught you how to be a man show them where to go
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| No matter where this road may go
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| No matter how far from my home
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| It’s always there to let me know
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| Where I’m from and who I’ll be
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| Who knows where this road may go
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| City lights from dusty roads
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| I don’t give a damn who knows
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| That’s where I’m from and who I’ll be |