Me and Billy Joe and Mary Beth
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Were raised up on the path
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of righteousness
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Made a solemn vow that
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we'd always be close
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And never wander far from
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Sawmill Road
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As the years went by the
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world began to change
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One by one we outgrew
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those childhood games
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Momma cooked and cleaned
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and worried 'bout our souls
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We got into beer and cars
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and rock 'n' roll
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We knew Jesus was the answer
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And Elvis was the king
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Blue Suede Shoes and Rock of Ages
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Were the songs we learned to sing
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Innocence went out of style
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And we just watched it go
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Yesterday got left beneath
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The dust on Sawmill Road
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Billy Joe went to Saigon for Uncle Sam
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Now I go to see him, he don't know who I am
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One a year I get a card from Mary Beth
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She's with husband number four somewhere out west
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I still live in this old house where we were raised
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On this red dirt road the county never paved
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Now I watch my kids and worry 'bout their souls
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And pray they'll never wander far from Sawmill Road
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We knew Jesus was the answer
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And Elvis was the king
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Blue Suede Shoes and Rock of Ages
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Were the songs we learned to sing
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Innocence went out of style
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And we just watched it go
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Yesterday got left beneath
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The dust on Sawmill Road
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Me and Billy Joe and Mary Beth
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Were raised up on the path of righteousness.
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Sawmill Road
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| Diamond Rio |
