| Walk on the summer gravel to toughen up your feet
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| Deep South is like the jungle, you become one with the heat
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| Clouds in the shape of women, their bodies soft and clean
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| Maybe they got the answer as to why I’m feeling so mean
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| I said, oh no I’ve been acting like a holy fool
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| Right now I think I should head on back to
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| The place that I was born for
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| A time where I belonged
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| You are the highest of the high
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| I want to know the reason why
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| My daddy, lost and lonely, my brother’s in the weeds
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| Sometimes it makes me wonder if I got what anyone needs
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| Been walking on the drainpipe, one prayer is on my lips
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| Been holding on so tightly I believe I’m losing my grip
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| And I said, oh no I’ve been acting like a holy fool
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| Right now I think I should head on back to
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| A place that I was born for
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| A time where I belonged
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| You are the highest of the high
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| I want to know the reason why
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| You are the highest of the high
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| I want to know the reason why
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| You are the highest of the high
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| I want to know the reason why |