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I was born dirt poor on a dead end country road.
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My every dream was to just grow up and go.
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Like a siren song those bright lights call my name.
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So I turned that country road into memory lane.
Well I hit that fast lane it was paved with gold.
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But it wasnt long till my highbrow ways got old.
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I started missin things that I thought I left behind.
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Till I found two swingin doors beneath a neon sign.
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They were wirlin and a twirlin to the fiddle's
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and the steel guitars.
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Them city folk was drinkin from mason jars.
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I think I found what paradise might be.
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The city put the country back in me.
Steel guitar and guitar Solo.
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When you leave this farm,
You don't have to clean your wounds.
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Just go on home and slip off them cowboy boots.
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Now it's the best of both worlds all I'll ever need.
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The city put the country back in me.
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Yeah the city put the country back in me.