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Lyrics:
I look out across corn rows from a dirt road Babys kicked back in the front seat Got her bare fit hanging out the window
We take a trip down memory lane Dust on the truck, no chance of rain My third generation farming friends All pray that its on the way
And if it dont show up well be alright Cause folks here wouldnt take a million for a different life
Home sweet home I thank my lucky stars at night I was raised down here and raised up right And my pride, youve got that right
Home sweet home Where a little bit goes a long way Where we shut her down on Sunday I wont ever get too far away From home sweet home
Pull down to the cane bridge, park in the ditch Folks and poles are lined up A little kid holds a stringer up Got a massive fish
I drive away with a smile on my face Knowing that this place was blessed by Gods amazing grace
Home sweet home I thank my lucky stars at night I was raised down here and raised up right And my pride, youve got that right
Home sweet home Where a little bit goes a long way Where we shut her down on Sunday I wont ever get too far away From home sweet home
Know matter where I go or where the road might lead This little speck on the map is always gonna be
Home sweet home I thank my lucky stars at night I was raised down here and raised up right And my pride, youve got that right
Home sweet home Where a little bit goes long way Where we shut her down on Sunday No, I wont ever get too far away From home sweet home Yeah, Im coming home
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