| Born and raised on a backroad
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| Speaker box and a can, cold
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| Saturday we were rebels
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| But we were angels in church
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| But up boots on the front porch
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| Rusty roots in the back forty
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| Nothing’s ever meant more to me than that dirt
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| Never give it up, never turn it down
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| Same back then as it is right now
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| No matter where I’m at man, I know
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| I got that old country soul
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| That Boondock swag in my stroll
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| Rock it wherever I roll
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| I got that old country
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| I got that old country soul
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| I wouldn’t trade it for gold
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| Someday write it on my stone
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| I got that old country, old country soul
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| (Yeah)
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| I’m a blue ribbon on a PBR
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| Countin' blessings, countin' stars
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| Memories in a mason jar that won’t let me go
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| Like an old guitar in a brand new song
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| Just 'cause you leave don’t mean you’re gone
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| No matter where I’m at, man, I know
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| I got that old country soul
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| That Boondock swag in my stroll
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| Rock it wherever I roll
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| I got that old country
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| I got that old country soul
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| I wouldn’t trade it for gold
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| Someday write it on my stone
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| I got that old country, old country soul
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| It’s who I’ll always be
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| It’s every part of me
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| It’s in my bones, my comfort zone, that gravel road
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| That front porch light that takes me home
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| Woo
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| (Soul) Whoa (You got it), old country soul (Still got that)
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| (Soul, yeah) Old country soul
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| I got that old country soul
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| That Boondock swag in my stroll
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| Rock it wherever I roll
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| I got that old country
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| I got that old country soul
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| I wouldn’t trade it for gold
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| Someday write it on my stone
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| I got that old country, old country soul, yeah
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| (I got that) Old country soul (You got that)
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| (Soul) That ain’t ever gonna change
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| I got that old country, old country soul |