She come runnin' back to me
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arms wide open like she loved me.
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I guess this makes about the fifteenth time
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she's tried to let me go.
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And ain't it funny how she walked away,
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all the times that she shoulda stayed.
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But loved never mattered to her anyway
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if it did she'd be here
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today
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[Chorus:]
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I'm gettin back to me
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Yeah momma swore it never was meant to be
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and daddy said to momma just let him be
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cause there's certain things a boy can't see
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till he becomes a man
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a ball cap, t-shirt, back into my worn out jeans
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I thank go that she couldn't see
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she never ever saw the real me
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and I don't miss the way things used to be.
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Now that I'm back to me,
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this farms too far from the city lights,
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not a life that I wanted but she made me try
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so I made her work so she wouldn't cry.
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I think I'll find me a fishin pole
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and go on down to my favorite hole
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I'm back to talkin to god cause I know he knows
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about heart break, and dirt road
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and a fishin pole
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[Repeat Chorus Twice]
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I'm back to me.....
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She come runnin back to me,
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arms wide open like she loved me.
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I guess this makes about the sixteenth time
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she's tried to let me go...
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Back To Me
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| Chris Janson |
