The only joint my mother burned was on the rural route
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She parked in old man Taylor's woods so she wouldn't be found out
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Turned off her dome light and snuck off by herself
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Crouched down beneath that window, fired it up, and gave it hell
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Like That hangout my daddy used to hang around
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We watched it all go up in smoke until it all came down
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Just like after tabs and stools and tables got turned
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To the only joint my momma ever burned
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Just like someone flipped a switch, dad started coming home
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No more eating late cold supper's with that tavern gone
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I had my suspicions, til the night when we said grace
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Dad said, "Forgive us, our transgressions" a smile lit up momma's face.
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Like that hangout my daddy used to hang around
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We watched it all go up in smoke until it all came down
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Just like after tabs and stools and tables got turned
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To the only joint my momma ever burned
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All the small town Barney Fifes and bloodhounds in this town
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But the only one who ever found out was dad
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Like that hangout my daddy used to hang around
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We watched it all go up in smoke until it all came down
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Just like after tabs and stools and tables got turned
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To the only joint my momma ever burned, burned, burned, burned
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The Joint
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Eric Church |