| Born and raised eighteen years
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| Baptized and saved in a million beers
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| Nobody famous lives 'round here
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| And I’m okay with that
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| She’s a drama, she’s a mama, she’s my country queen
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| I bust my ass on big machines
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| Promised her forever at seventeen
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| And I’m okay with that
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| Don’t call us small town, never have been, never will
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| It’s a cold beer sundown and we eat what we kill
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| We marry angels and dance with the devil in a place where time stands still
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| Can I get an Amen for livin' in Hallelujahville
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| Sunday supper we pass the biscuits
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| Save the grease from cast-iron skillets
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| D.C.'s broke and we can’t fix it
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| And we’re okay with that
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| We quote King James like a Waylon song
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| Pray at night, make love till dawn
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| Love us or leave us the hell alone
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| Hope you’re okay with that
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| Don’t call us small town, never have been, never will
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| It’s a big time sundown, little house up on the hill
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| We marry angels and dance with the devil in a place where time stands still
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| Can I get an Amen for livin' in Hallelujahville
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| Hallelujahville
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| She’s sitting by my side, dirt road slow ride
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| And there’s no place that I’d rather be tonight
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| Baby, this is our town, always has been, always will
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| Pour it out at sundown, hope someday we get our fill
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| We ain’t angels and we run from the devil in a place where time stands still
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| Can I get an Amen, yeah, for livin' in Hallelujahville
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| Hallelujahville
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| Hallelujahville
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| Hallelujahville
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