Ground I Grew Up On

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That ain't just dirt, That ain't just dust blowin'
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That ain't just nothin' but an old fishin' hole, Ain't just some rooster crowin'
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It's where I learned how to be a boy, Washed in the blood and red dirt mud, Kinda glad I didn't have a choice

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So girl just kick back in that shotgun
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Let me show you where I'm from
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Girl where I'm from

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Might look like nothin' but gravel roads and tractors rollin' over them fields
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And prayin' that we get a little rain soon
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And cuttin' loose in hand me down wheels
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And knockin' them Friday night beers back
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By the train tracks and thinkin' that, I'd never miss this place when I got gone
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But that's ground I grew up on
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Yeah that's the ground I grew up on

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Girl don't blink you might miss it all
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It's where I could fix anything I broke but the law
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It was hard to leave, girl that's the truth
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but ya know if I'd stuck around this little town I'd never found you

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Might look like nothin' but gravel roads and tractors rollin' over them fields
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And prayin' that we get a little rain soon
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And cuttin' loose in hand me down wheels
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And knockin' them Friday night beers back
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By the train tracks and thinkin' that, I'd never miss this place when I got gone
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But that's ground I grew up on
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Yeah that's the ground I grew up on

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Where the tales are as tall as the corn grows
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Baby who knows if we’re lucky
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Maybe one day at our back door

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Might look like nothin' but gravel roads and tractors rollin' over them fields
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And prayin' that we get a little rain soon
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And cuttin' loose in hand me down wheels
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And knockin' them Friday night beers back
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By the train tracks and thinkin' that, I'd never miss this place when I got gone
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But lookin’ back I couldn’t have been more wrong
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But that's ground I grew up on
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Yeah that's the ground I grew up on

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