Everybody in my senior class
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Got the hell out just as fast as they could go
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And pretty soon that Greyhound bus
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It only left a few of us to carry on
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It might've been the family farm
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Or Sherry Johnson's loving arms
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Something wouldn't let me leave
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Something made me believe in
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A little house, a piece of land
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Making things grow with my own two hands
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Coming home weary to the bone at the end of the day
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Country stores, beat up Fords
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And songs with only two or three chords
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Somehow I think I fell in love with this Mississippi mud
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This friend went to Birmingham
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And he's a State's Farm Insurance man
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And makes a hundred thou
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He calls me every now and then
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Keeps saying he can cut me in
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But it's too late now
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Cause I've seen so much Delta rain
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It must've seapt into my vains
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Been here long enough to see
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One thing for a man like me is
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A little house, a piece of land
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Making things grow with my own two hands
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Coming home weary to the bone at the end of the day
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Country stores, beat up Fords
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And songs with only two or three chords
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Somehow I think I fell in love with this Mississippi mud
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Hang around here long enough
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It'll get into your blood
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Comes up like a cotton seed
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Before to long all you need is
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A little house, a piece of land
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Making things grow with my own two hands
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Coming home weary to the bone at the end of the day
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Country stores, beat up Fords
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And songs with only two or three chords
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Somehow I think I fell in love with this Mississippi mud
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With this Mississippi mud
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Oooh, I think I fell in love with this Mississippi mud
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Mississippi Mud
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| Heartland |