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I was born dirt poor on a dead end country road
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My every dream was to just grow up and go
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Like a siren song those bright lights called my name
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So I turned that country road into memory lane
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Well I hit that fast lane it was paved with gold
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But it wasn't long 'til my highbrow ways got old
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I started missing things that I thought I'd left behind
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'Til I found two swinging doors 'neath the neon sign
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They were whirling and a twirling to the fiddles and a steel guitar
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Them city folk was drinking from Mason jars
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I think I found what paradise might be
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The city put the country back in me
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When you leave the farm you don't have to leave your room
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Just go on home and slip on them cowboy boots
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Now it's the best of both worlds all I'll ever need
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The city put the country back in me
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They were whirling and a twirling to the fiddles and a steel guitar
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Them city folk was drinking from Mason jars
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I think I found what paradise might be
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The city put the country back in me
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Yeah the city put the country back in me
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The City Put The Country Back In Me
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| Neal McCoy |
