| I come from that kind of town where everyone know’s your name
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| They lay ya down in that dirt that you were born in.
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| The one thing you can count on is that everything stays the same
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| Sure as the magnolias bloomin' in the mornin'
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| I’d like to believe I’m still that naive when I cross over the county line.
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| (chorus)
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| So don’t tell me it’s all been done
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| And that the best ain’t yet to come.
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| My story’s out there still untold,
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| Out on this open road.
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| I’ve been careful what I wish for, kept it all inside
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| It’s almost like I never had a choice
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| But I was lucky enough along the way to keep my hope alive
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| And put my faith into that little voice
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| I might lose my nerve, I might take a wrong turn, but I’ll get there my own way.
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| (chorus)
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| So don’t tell me it’s all been done
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| And that the best ain’t yet to come.
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| My story’s out there still untold,
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| Out on this open road.
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| Oh, yeah. |
| It’s gonna be alright through this drownin' rain tonight 'cause I know I’m not alone.
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| My wheels are turnin', I’m not there but I’m learnin'. |
| I’ll get there my own way.
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| So don’t tell me it’s all been done
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| And that the best ain’t yet to come.
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| My story’s out there still untold,
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| And it’s one that only God know’s
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| Somewhere down this open road.
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| Oh, out on this open road. |