Don’t you dare go running down
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My little town where I grew up
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And I won’t cuss your city lights
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If you ain’t ever took a ride around
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And cruised right through the heart of my town
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Anything you say would be a lie
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We may live our lives a little slower
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But that don’t mean I wouldn’t be proud to show ya
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Where I come from
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There’s an old plow boy out turning up dirt
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Where I come from
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There’s a preacher man in a cowboy shirt
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Where I come from
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Where a couple boys fight in the parking lot
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No, nobody’s gonna call the cops
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Where I come from
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See that door right there, man I swear
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It ain’t never been locked
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And I can guarantee that it never will
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That old man right there in the rocking chair
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At the courthouse square I’ll tell you now
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He could buy your fancy car with hundred dollar bills
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Don’t let those faded overalls fool ya
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He made his millions without one day schoolin
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Where I come from
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There’s a pickup truck with the tailgate down
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Where I come from
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The pine trees are singing a song of the south
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Where I come from
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That little white church is gonna have a crowd yeah
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I’m pretty damn proud
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Where I come from
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Where I come from
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There’s a big old moon shining down at night
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Where I come from
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There’s a man done wrong gonna make it right
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Where I come from
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There’s an old plow boy out turning up dirt
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Where I come from
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There’s a preacher man in a cowboy shirt
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Where I come from
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Where a couple of boys fight in the parking lot no
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Ain’t nobody’s gonna call the cops
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Yeah, that river runs across that Oakland rock
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Where I come from
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Where I come from
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I'll Keep The Kids
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| Montgomery Gentry |
