| Momma put a Bible in my glove boz
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| A hot homemade apple pie on the passenger seat
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| She said you’ll always be my baby
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| And she planted a kss and a couple tears on my cheek
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| Dad slipped me some travelin’cash
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| Threw a map with a highlighted route on the dash
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| And I realize, as i look back, that
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| They weren’t just saying goodbye
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| They weren’t just seeing me off
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| They were just making sure that I Don’t forget where I’m from
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| Go out there and do your family proud son
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| Momma loved and Daddy worked
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| And lived their lives just to make sure i know
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| My way back home
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| I can still smell Momma’s kitchen
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| And feel every single prayer she says for me I can point these wheels toward that sunset
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| Without a fear, without a doubt, Daddy says, «Go for that dream»
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| I left behind a pie-crumb trail
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| Just in case I get lost, fall flat, or fail
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| And if the wind should leave my sail
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| They weren’t just saying goodbye
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| They weren’t just seeing me off
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| They were just making sure that I Don’t forget where I’m from
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| Go out there and do your family proud son
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| Momma loved and Daddy worked
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| And lived their lives just to make sure i know
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| My way back home
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| To that door that’s always open
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| And that light that’s always on To the love that’s always waiting
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| After being gone too long
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| They weren’t just saying goodbye
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| They weren’t just seeing me off
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| They were just making sure that I Don’t forget where I’m from
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| Go out there and do your family proud son
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| Momma loved and Daddy worked
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| And lived their lives just to make sure i know
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| I always know, I always know
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| My way back home
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| My way back home |