Broken Windshield View

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I grew up here where there aint much blacktop,
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The headlights on the interstate dont stop.
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Any man worth his weight plows a straight row,
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And all the money is the grain in the silo.
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Theres just enough home grown pretty girls,
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Growin up around here that like to sip cold beer.
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Its a blink and you miss it kinda town,
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The kind of place that makes the world go round.
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My wheels have rolled all this red dirt,
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My hands have got scars from the hard work.
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Me and my friends unwind on the outskirts,
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Our Friday nights might get a little black and blue.
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Im out here ridin high on a lift kit,
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I see the world through a crack where a rock hit.
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I am who I am, I do what I do,
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Lookin at life from a broken windshield view.
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A truck beds got a half roll of barbed wire,
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A bail of hay and a patched up spare tire.
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Cross on a chain hangin from a rear view,
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Fifth in a brown paper sack packing 80 proof.
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A sun droppin off into that cornfield,
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Thunderhead lightning comin right behind it.
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These two lane roads aint paved in gold,
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Man flying gravels all I know.
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My wheels have rolled all this red dirt,
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My hands have got scars from the hard work.
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Me and my friends unwind on the outskirts,
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Our Friday nights might get a little black and blue.
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Im out here ridin high on a lift kit,
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I see the world through a crack where a rock hit.
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I am who I am, I do what I do,
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Lookin at life from a broken windshield view.
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  Yeah, cmon
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Yeah its just a blink and you miss it kind of town,
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The kind of place that makes the world go round.
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My wheels have rolled all this red dirt,
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My hands have got scars from the hard work.
A
Me and my friends unwind on the outskirts,
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Our Friday nights might get a little black and blue.
A
Im out here ridin high on a lift kit,
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I see the world through a crack where a rock hit.
A
I am who I am, I do what I do,
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Lookin at life from a broken windshield view.
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I am who I am, I do what I do,
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Lookin at life from a broken windshield view.
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    From a broken windshield view
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  Yeah
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