| I was raised on a Tennessee hillside
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| Where blackberry bushes grow thick
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| With feet like the soul of a workin' man’s boot
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| And a head like a weight made of lead
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| Crooked grin, thorn stickin' out my shoulder
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| Hair too damn long, oh well
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| They tell me take a break, I’m sorry I can’t
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| Tennesseans make music year 'round
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| I can’t help it, God put me in a place of green
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| Even the tractors got the same damn color paint
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| Same ol' rivers and same ol' streams
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| Cut that exhaust off, son, let it scream
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| God bless the south, I’ll never shut my mouth
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| And I’m proud to be from Tennessee
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| Tennessee, Tennessee
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| I’m proud to be from Tennessee, mmm
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| My favorite shirt has the arms cut out
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| With a couple old tobacco stains
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| I’ve burnt up every Kenny Chesney album drinkin' Coors Light
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| Been sunburnt on a lake
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| And I wanna know how forever feels
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| But not in no hall of fame
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| 'Cause I’ll always be in a holler with the workin' man
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| And that’s somethin' nobody can take
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| I can’t help it, God put me in a place of green
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| Even the tractors got the same damn color paint
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| Same ol' rivers and same ol' streams
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| Cut that exhaust off, son, let it scream
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| God bless the south, I’ll never shut my mouth
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| And I’m proud to be from Tennessee
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| Tennessee, Tennessee
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| I’m proud to be from Tennessee |