[Chorus x2]
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This town is my home,it,s deep in my soul
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Thats why I'm at home, even when im on the road
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[Verse 1]
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Grew up in the backdrop,of a small town
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Nissan truck, dropped down
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Volkswagon Rabbit, with the top down
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Sittin on BBS's, how that sound
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Yeah, yall remeber that dont ya
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dontdontdontdontdontdontdontdontdont ya
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Thats where I come from, Houston County
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No distance or tour bus can take me
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To make me forget gettin my ass whipped
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In the parking lot of Mafio's
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Skip and Church the first time I heard Planet Rock come out a boombox
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That may be the day God saved my soul
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So, I take a little bit of everything I ever learned with me anywhere on this globe I go
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No body can take that, think back
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Linda Mae gave me the name
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Now Danny Boone'a in your radio
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And for those that think I changed I did
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The world out there took a naive kid
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Scarred his heart and beat him down
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And this songs me commin back around
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From out of town whut up folks?
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[Chorus x2]
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[Verse 2]
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Northside High School Makin beats on the top of my desk
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Whenever the techer left the room
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Three years of ridin the bench on the play
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More than the last 13 seconds of the game, gonna get a name
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Hangin with the hood that loves my girlfriend
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Ended up doin everyone of em
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None of them ever thought I knew what to do
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When it's cool cuz I used to do your boo too
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Stealin cigarettes and malt liqour
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Rockin the pep rally in a cardigan sweater
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Vowed that I would quit partyin, never
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But now we got death and meth and nothin left
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But questions in our minds
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Do you really think this town is ever really gonna change in our time
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It's in the sky, a mile high
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It's on your table, that black label
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It's in your locker, that bottle of vodka
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Sardines, and pork & beans
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[Chorus x2]
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[Verse 3]
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Used to sit on the trunk of a 66 Pontiac
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Where the party at?
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I'm askin my kinfolk as the sun gets low
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Can I get a hit of your cognac?
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Hell no, yall know
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Aint nuthin but the corner left
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Did you hear about P Nuttty nutted up
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Four police cars, he was raisin hell
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Took mace and a billy club to shut him up
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Well, been sittin here by myself
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Drinkin on Eezie Geezie
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With the diamond seal
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Hangin low cuz I just got out of jail myself
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One day I'm gonna leave this place
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And yall might never ever see my face again
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Friends then friends since we were little bitty
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Now were grown, and this is our hooome
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This Town
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Rehab |