[Verse 1]
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How do you turn a scholarship down,
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Tear up a ticket, already punched,
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And watch a dream die?
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Who's gonna tell me how
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To face Daddy
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And watch Momma cry?
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Have I thrown my future away?
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Played my last football game?
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It all seems so strange
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How in just one night
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Your whole life can change.
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[Chorus]
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Wish this old John Deere had wings
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And this cotton row was an airstrip
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Straight outta here.
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Wish this high noon Georgia sun
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Could melt what's been done
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Make it disappear.
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If I could leave, I'd be gone,
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But that's just one more thing done wrong
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By this small town favorite son.
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[Verse 2]
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By fall they're all gonna know
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Our little secret
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My baby holds inside.
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By then she'll be startin' to show,
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And I'll be the husband
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To a shotgun bride.
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I already miss that sound
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The marching bands and the cheering crowds.
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Stuck here in this red dirt ground
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Knowin' I, I let everybody down.
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[Chorus]
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That high noon Georgia sun
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Can't melt what's been done.
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Girl, I'll be right here
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I don't know much about life
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But I know what's right
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For this small town favorite son.
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Small Town Favorite
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| Luke Bryan |
