| I grew up in a town where tough was a cigarette
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| And a souped up car on a county road
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| Nothin' much to do back then
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| So we’d make bets
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| On how much drink a guy could hold
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| And I held my own
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| Learn to hold my own
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| Daddy works some dead-end job at the concrete plant
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| Mama taught the Sunday bible class
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| For eighteen years I remember thinkin'
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| There was more to life than that
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| So I ran the streets to beat the Devil
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| Goin' just as fast as I could fly
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| 'Cause I came here to live
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| I didn’t come here to die
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| Mama used to wait for me with the porch light on
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| Worried about her little boy 'til I got home
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| Daddy he’d say listen son
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| But back then there wasn’t much
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| That I didn’t already know
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| I reckon I was doing close to 80
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| When I felt the tire slip out from under me
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| And I never set out lookin' for Jesus
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| So I guess Jesus come lookin' for me
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| And He found me upset down in a ditch
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| Smokin' gas in my eyes
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| And He said son you came here to live
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| You didn’t come here to die
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| Sunday morning I got up and I went to church
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| That summer I got a job and I went to work
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| Met a girl in town put some money down
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| On a little house with a yard
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| Our little boy was due in September
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| But he came early in July
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| For eighteen days all I remember
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| Was settin' there at his side
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| Sayin' son open up your eyes
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| Just open up your eyes
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| 'Cause you came here to live
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| You didn’t come here to die
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| Son you came here to live |