| That classic leather jacket is in a box up in the attic
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| My light blue teenage dream car is somewhere in a junkyard
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| That band I played all summer was real big one hit wonder
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| Like that boyfriend from Missouri I got over in a hurry
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| Most things in my life just run their course
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| But then I walk right back to their front door
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| And I still ain’t sick of home
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| Sick of them same old roads
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| Sick of that Walmart parking lot
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| And if you know you know
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| I burn out on everything else
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| Hell, I’m even kinda over myself
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| But I’ll never get rid of, never get my fill of
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| No, I don’t think I’ll ever get sick of home
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| Sick of home, sick of homesick
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| Sick of home, sick of home, sick of homesick
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| No, there ain’t nothing flashy
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| 'Bout one stoplight that’s flashin'
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| Everybody knows your business
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| Little names and your first kisses
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| I still ain’t grown out of where I grew up
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| I swear I go when I need space to run
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| Yeah, still ain’t sick of home
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| Sick of them same old roads
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| Sick of that Walmart parking lot
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| And if you know you know
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| I burn out on everything else |
| Hell, I’m even kinda over myself
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| But I’ll never get rid of, never get my fill of
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| No, I don’t think I’ll ever get sick of home
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| Sick of home, sick of homesick
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| Sick of home, sick of home, sick of homesick
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| If it ever does get old, I’ll let you know
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| But I just don’t
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| Ever get sick of home
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| Sick of them same old roads
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| Sick of that Walmart parking lot
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| And if you know you know
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| I burn out on everything else
|
| Hell, I’m even kinda over myself
|
| But I’ll never get rid of, never get my fill of
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| No, I don’t think I’ll ever get sick of home
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| Sick of home, sick of homesick
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| Sick of home, sick of home, sick of homesick
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| Sick of home, sick of homesick
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| I’ll never get rid of, never get my fill of
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| No, I don’t think I’ll ever get sick of home |