Country sun don't set on a big city skyline; it's another world altogether
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City streets ain't no place to go huntin'; can't see the stars, can't read the weather
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Where I come from, it's wide open spaces, hills and hollers, spirits running free
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It's in your blood, just like the sun's up in the sky; where I come from, it's hard to leave
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Brick and concrete just make alleys and gutters; Lord knows that's rocky ground for plowin'
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City folks live stacked up on each other, and wake up to the sound of sirens
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Where I come from, it's wide open spaces, hills and hollers, spirits running free
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It's in your blood, just like the sun's up in the sky; where I come from, it's hard to leave
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It's hard to leave.
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Where I Came From
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| John Anderson |
