Momma put a bible in my glove box
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And a hot homemade apple pie in the passenger seat
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She said "you'll always be my baby"
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She planted a kiss and a couple of tears on my cheek
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Dad slipped me some traveling cash through a map with it highlighted right on the dash
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And I realized as I look back... that
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They weren't just saying goodbye
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They weren't just seeing me off
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They were just making sure I don't forget where I'm from
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Momma loved and daddy worked
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They lived their lives just to make sure I know
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My way back home
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I can still smell momma's kitchen
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Feel every single prayer she says for me
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I can point these wheels towards that sunset
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Without a fear, without a doubt, daddy said "go get that dream"
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I left behind a pie crumb trail just in case I get lost, fall flat or fail
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And if the wind should lead my sail
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My way back to the door that's always open
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To the light that's always on
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To the love that's always waiting after being good too long
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Way too long...
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My Way Back
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| High Valley |
