She was something in her formative years
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She'd hide her accent, it would reappear
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When she would brag on what Daddy Bought last night
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Only pretty girls were in that crowd
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They'd tease a handful of poor kids out loud
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And even then I knew it wasn't right
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Smoke rises,
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You were never kind
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Good news,
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I've left you all behind
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Some who
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Hoped that it would last
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Smoke rise, I'm glad you're in my past
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Most of the kids were better than me
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Or at least they thought so,
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And it was plain to see
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That children are cruel
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And I didn't have a fighting chance
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I wasn't a jock, I wasn't a brain
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We weren't well-off and Mama couldn't explain
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Why no one would take a poor boy to the dance
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Smoke rises,
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You were never kind
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Good news,
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I've left you all behind
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Some who,
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Hoped that it would last
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Smoke rise, I'm glad you're in my past
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[x2]
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Those bold rich kids find it hard to embrace
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When they bus black kids in from all over the place
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The county tried to prove their schools were all the same
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Old Jim Crow tried to integrate
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But in the South its hard to relate
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When Grandpa used the n-word with no shame
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Oh, Smoke rises,
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You were never kind
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Good news,
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I've left you all behind
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Some who,
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Hoped that it would last
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Smoke rise, I'm glad you're in my past
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Smoke Rise
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Zac Brown Band |