| I’m never too far from a slow down road
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| Where hay in the fields like fresh cut gold
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| When life gets fast that’s where I go
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| No I’m never too far from a slow down road
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| I’m never too lost and know right from wrong
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| When it’s how you’re raised your will stays strong
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| Even when temptation comes along
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| No I’m never too lost and know right from wrong
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| When the weight of the world’s got me down
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| I can always turn around
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| It’s a last name sign missin' half it’s letters
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| A rusty red gate that’s seen it’s share of weather
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| Tobacco hangin' up in the barn
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| A worn out Chevy, but it’ll still start
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| We’ll bless this house, framed in a picture
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| Home cooked meal, with a prayer and scripture
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| That’s where I’m from, but no matter where I’m at
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| I know the way back
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| I’m never too busy for the man upstairs
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| Startin' each day with a mornin' prayer
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| Count every blessin' there’s a lot out there
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| No I’m never too busy for the man upstairs
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| I just look up when I get down
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| And it always turns around
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| It’s a last name sign missin' half it’s letters |
| A rusty red gate that’s seen it’s share of weather
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| Tobacco hangin' up in the barn
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| A worn out Chevy, but it’ll still start
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| We’ll bless this house, framed in a picture
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| Home cooked meal, with a prayer and scripture
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| That’s where I’m from, but no matter where I’m at
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| I know the way back
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| No I’m never too busy, never too lost
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| When I feel empty, I remember all I’ve got
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| And yeah I just stop
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| And I go back to a last name sign missin' half it’s letters
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| Rusty red gate that’s seen it’s share of weather
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| Tobacco hangin' up in the barn
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| A worn out Chevy, but it’ll still start
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| We’ll bless this house, framed in a picture
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| Home cooked meal, with a prayer and scripture
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| That’s where I’m from, but no matter where I’m at
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| I know the way back |