I look out across corn rows from a dirt road
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Babys kicked back in the front seat
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Got her bare fit hanging out the window
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We take a trip down memory lane
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Dirt on the truck, no chance of rain
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My third generation farming friends all pray that its on the way
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And if it dont show up, we'll be alright
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Because folks round here wouldnt take a million
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For a different life
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Home sweet home
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I thank my lucky stars at night
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I was raised down here and raised up right
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And my pride, you've got that right
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Home sweet home
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Where a little bit goes long way
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And we shut her down on sundays
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I wont ever get too far away
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From Home sweet home
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Pull down to the cane bridge
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Park in the ditch
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Folks and poles are lined up
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A little kid holds a stringer up
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Got a mess of fish
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I drive away with a smile on my face
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Knowing that this place is blessed
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By God's amazing grace
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Home sweet home
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I thank my lucky stars at night
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I was raised down here and raised up right
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And my pride, you've got that right
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Home sweet home
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Where a little bit goes long way
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And we shut her down on sundays
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I wont ever get too far away
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From Home sweet home
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Know matter i go
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Or where the road might leave
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This little speck on the map, will always be
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Home sweet home
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I thank my lucky stars at night
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I was raised down here and raised up right
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And my pride, you've got that right
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Home sweet home
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Where a little bit goes long way
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And we shut her down on sundays
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I wont ever get too far away
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From Home sweet home...
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Yeah, I'm coming home.
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Home Sweet Home
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| Blake Shelton |
