Moon coming through the pines, cranking up a country song,
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Heaven right by your side, and a Saturday night barely hanging on.
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Sun shining through the stained glass, humming just as I am.
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I'm praying that feeling would last, that feeling that saves you,
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Makes you wanna raise your hands.
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That's the way it was, and that's the way it is when you're growing
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Up in the mud and buck the way we did.
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It got me where I am and where I'm gonna go.
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We learned all about believing
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And everything we were ever gonna need to know.
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Somewhere between the back roads and the back row.
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I had my first taste of beer
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My first taste of a broken heart
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There were good times, there were tears
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But every red dirt memory left a mark
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Like the words written there in red
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Like the streets that are made of gold
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Where we always bowed our heads, where momma saved our seats
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And Jesus saved our souls
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That's the way it was, and that's the way it is when you're growing
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Up in the mud and buck the way we did.
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It got me where I am and where I'm gonna go.
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We learned all about believing
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And everything we were ever gonna need to know.
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Somewhere between the back roads and the back row.
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It got me where I am and where I'm gonna go.
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We learned all about believing
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And everything we were ever gonna need to know.
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Somewhere between the back roads and the back row.
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The Back Roads And The Back Row
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Cole Swindell |