(Keith Stegall)
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I grew up in a tiny town
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Sidewalks rolled up
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When the sun went down
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And we played in the street
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Til my mom said come eat
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In that tiny town
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My dad ran station by the railroad track
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Half his life he spent on his back
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Underneath a car
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Lord he worked so hard
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In that tiny town
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They say home is where your heart is
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And I guess it¡¯s true
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And they say you can¡¯t go back but I close my eyes
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And I¡¯m driving through
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My mom sold Avon is the neighborhood
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And I¡¯d wait in the car hoping she¡¯d done good
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So I¡¯d have a dime to spend on the ice cream man
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In that tiny town
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Got the car when I was just fifteen
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Five dollars bought a lot of gasoline
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For the drive in picture show
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Where we used to go
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In that tiny town
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They say home is where your heart is
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And I guess it¡¯s true
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And they say you can¡¯t go back but I close my eyes
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And I¡¯m driving through
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Now the years they fly by oh so fast
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So much of life we lose to the past
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But I¡¯m proud to say that I was raised
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In a tiny town
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They say home is where your heart is
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And I guess it¡¯s true
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And they say you can¡¯t go back but I close my eyes
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And I¡¯m driving through
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I grew up in a tiny town
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Sidewalks rolled up
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When the sun went down
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And we played in the street
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Til my mom said come eat
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In that tiny town
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Tiny Town
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| Tracy Byrd |
