| These golden sunsets sinkin' down in hunter green
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| On the edge of the country scene
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| Those lights are too bright down there man
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| For a good old boy like me
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| So when the ragin' river hits and the current’s too strong
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| I’ll be driftin', livin' out my songs
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| Where the world has life and the dogs run wild
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| And the chickens still crow and the clay still flies
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| With a porch still crowded with my day one friends
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| And my brothers drive any truck I got out here
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| So before you think you know mine and me
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| Whoa-whoa-oh-oh just know I’m the soul of old country
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| And all our roots run deep
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| Roots run deep
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| Roots run deep
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| In the country
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| Roots run deep
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| Baptist church raised, parkin' lot blazed
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| Smoked ham on the table after hearin' preacher man preach
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| Shirts untucked, dress shoes kicked off
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| Tan lines, tailgates, hell raisin' exhaust
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| Through the fog, cab lights on, southern dog, get her home
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| 'Cause her daddy’s kinda crazy, owns a tractor and a farm
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| So when the ragin' river hits and the current’s too strong
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| I’ll be driftin' in the moonlight, still livin' out my songs
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| Where the world has life and the dogs run wild
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| And the chickens still crow and the clay still flies
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| With a porch still crowded with my day one friends
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| And my brothers drive any truck I got out here
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| So before you think you know mine and me
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| Whoa-whoa-oh-oh just know I’m the soul of old country
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| And all our roots run deep
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| Roots run deep
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| All our roots run deep
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| Mmhmm
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| All our roots run deep
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| Whoa-oh
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| All our roots run deep
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| Yeah-yeah-yeah
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| All our roots run deep |