I dropped by to check on mama, for a minute,
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I could hear her humming a tune through the screen door in the kitchen
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She was puttin' the final touches on a homemade pecan pie
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And just like always I was, right on time
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A little game of guess-who and I got a hug and "how's my baby"
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I said, "You know me mama I've been hittin' it hard, runnin' like crazy
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But I don't wanna bore you with that same old nothing's-new,
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I'd rather just pull up this chair and get caught up on you"
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Ain't it funny how it all comes back around,
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I remember when I couldn't wait to get out of her hair and ditch this town.
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I was restless a time to move on,
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Now it's any reason to go back home,
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That's what's it all about,
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Yeah, I'm just slowin' down,
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To get my feet back on the ground.
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That minute turned into an hour before I knew it
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And I got my fill on pie and how's everybody doing
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I used to look through every reason in the world to hit that door
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And she said, "You want another cup of coffee?"
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I said, "Yeah, I'll take one more"
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Ain't it funny how it all comes back around,
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I remember when I couldn't wait to get out of her hair and ditch this town.
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I was restless and time to move on,
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Now it's any reason to go back home,
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That's what's it all about,
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Yeah, I'm just slowin' down,
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To get my feet back on the ground.
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And now, I can't go too many days without
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Checkin' in, just touchin' base, and just slowin' down
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Back on the ground.
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I dropped by to check on mama, for a minute...
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Back On The Ground
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Scotty McCreery |