Out here on the backside of that city limit sign where the world turns two lanes
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Pretty girl working at the bank and the fella toppin' off your tank knows your name
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Water tower, power lines, swimming holes rusty old RC cola sign
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And county fairs, raise your hands up if you've been there
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Where there's biscuits, grits and gravy and the waitress calls you baby
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And the starlight's like a streetlight on a summer night.
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We say hell ya and amen, yeehaw, and y'all come back again
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And pray that our boys come home alive
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And when Old Glory flies, we still hold our hands over our hearts
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Where there's more trucks than cars.
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Well, I've been there on the concrete of them big city streets
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In my Ford truck, traffic jam in the town square
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Told my buddies living up there, good luck
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Meanwhile back in Tennessee we're raising our babies and our own green beans
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Kicking up dust, come on down when you had enough
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Where there's biscuits, grits and gravy and the waitress calls you baby
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And the starlight's like a streetlight on a summer night.
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We say hell ya and amen, yeehaw, and y'all come back again
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And pray that our boys come home alive
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And when Old Glory flies, we still hold our hands over our hearts
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Where there's more trucks than cars.
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Where there's biscuits, grits and gravy, your pretty waitress calls you baby
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And the starlight's like a streetlight on a summer night.
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We say hell ya and amen, yeehaw, and y'all come back again
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And pray that our boys come home alive
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And when Old Glory flies, we still hold our hands over our hearts
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Where there's more trucks than cars.
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Where there's more trucks than cars.
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More Trucks Than Cars
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Craig Morgan |