It was one lane in and one lane out
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A country road they built around
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A general store and last stop for gasoline
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A paved carpet where we rode our bikes
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How the mail came in and how our town survived
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A hundred miles from the city's cold concrete
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Yeah round here old rural route number three
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Is more than just a crossing for tumbleweeds
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She's taken sons to foreign shores
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Brought some back home to their front porch
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She' how we come together when the church bell rings
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A quarter inch on a fold out map
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Where we live, love, cry and laugh
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I hope my kids can grow up just like me
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On a country road like rural route number three
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My first memory is wrapped around
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Momma walkin' me to my first bus route
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She thought I didn't notice but saw her cry
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A place we parked and fogged windows
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A way to college and Christmas back home
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The shoulder I broke down on when a good friend died
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[Chorus]
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[Bridge:]
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The sun is hot, our flag it waves
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We've dreamed for years about this day
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When we'd take those five yellow ribbons down
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Riding the blacktops hot heatwaves
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Black boots marchin' through ticker tape
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A boy from overseas came back to town
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Today old highway three is hallowed ground
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[Instrumental fade out ]
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Rural Route #3
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Dean Brody |