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Six lanes
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Taillights
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Red ants marchin' into the night
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They disappear to the left and right again
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Another supper from a sack
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A ninety-nine cent heart attack
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I got a poundin' head and an achin' back
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And the camel's buried in a big straw stack
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I'm gonna live where the green grass grows
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Watchin' my corn pop up in rows
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Every night be tucked in close to you
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Raise our kids where the good Lord's blessed
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Point our rocking chairs towards the west
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Plant our dreams where the peaceful river flows
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Where the green grass grows
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Well I'm from a map dot
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A stop sign on a black top
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I caught the first bus I could hop from there
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But all this glitter is gettin' dark
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There's concrete growin' in the city park
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I don't know who my neighbors are
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And there's bars on the corners and bars on my heart
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I'm gonna live where the green grass grows
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Watchin' my corn pop up in rows
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Every night be tucked in close to you
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Raise our kids where the good Lord's blessed
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Point our rocking chairs towards the west
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Plant our dreams where the peaceful river flows
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Where the green grass grows
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I'm gonna live where the green grass grows
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Watchin' my corn pop up in rows
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Every night be tucked in close to you
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Raise our kids where the good Lord's blessed
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Point our rocking chairs towards the west
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Plant our dreams where the peaceful river flows
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Where the green grass grows
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Where The Green Grass Grows
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| Tim McGraw |
