I grew up workin' on a farm, way down South
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I went to school against my will, way down South
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I kissed girls and I shot squirrels out behind my house
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I learned a lot about this world, way down South
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I went to church, sang a lot of hymns, way down South
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I learned to work on my pickup truck, way down South
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I played my guitar under the stars, out behind our house
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You will always find my heart, way down South
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Clothes on a clothes line, hangin' in the sunshine
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A garden growin' in the ground
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Country music on the radio, talk about a good ol' sound
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People drivin' pass when I'm cuttin' grass
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Wavin' at every single one
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That's the way it's done when you come from, way down South
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Way down South
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[Instrumental]
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Swimmin' in the creek with all my friends, way down South
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Prayin' them days would never end, way down South
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Give me a worm and a fishin' pole, I'll pull a fish on out
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Those memories will never get old, way down South
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Clothes on a clothes line, hangin' in the sunshine
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A garden growin' in the ground
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Country music on the radio, talk about a good ol' sound
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People drivin' pass when I'm cuttin' grass
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Wavin' at every single one
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That's the way it's done when you come from, way down South
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That's the way it's done when you come from, way down South
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Way down South, way down South
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Mmmmmmm....
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Yeah, way on down
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Way Down South
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| Josh Turner |
