I can tell I'm home by the way they're driving
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The pace is slow and the air is clear
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Ain't nobody in a real big hurry
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There's not many deadlines to meet around here
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I've been gone for way too long
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Been too far out of touch
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And lookin' around me I can see
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That just being happy you don't need much
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Oh, God bless this town
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Tall church steeples and the big playgrounds
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The streets roll up when the sun goes down
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And love runs deep as the trees are round
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I'm back on hallowed ground
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God bless this town
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I see the old bank clock's still broken
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I guess they'll get around to it one of these days
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Evelyn Pane's still working at the drugstore
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They're still hanging out at the hardware on main
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Not much changes here except the stoplight's red and green
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My old house still looks the same
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And everybody is on the front porch waitin' on me
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Oh, God bless this town
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Tall church steeples and the big playgrounds
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The streets roll up when the sun goes down
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And love runs deep as the trees are round
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I'm back on hallowed ground
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God bless this town
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I remember the day I left here
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Going out on my own
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Mama said, "Boy no matter where you wind up
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This will always be your home."
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Oh, God bless this town
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Tall church steeples and the big playgrounds
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The streets roll up when the sun goes down
|
And love runs deep as the trees are round
|
I'm back on hallowed ground
|
God bless this town
|
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Oh, God bless this town
|
Tall church steeples and the big playgrounds
|
The streets roll up when the sun goes down
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And love runs deep as the trees are round
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I'm back on hallowed ground
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God bless this town
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God Bless This Town
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| Marshall Dyllon |
