I grew up workin' on a farm, way down South I went to school against my will, way down South I kissed girls and I shot squirrels out behind my house I learned a lot about this world, way down South
I went to church, sang a lot of hymns, way down South I learned to work on my pickup truck, way down South I played my guitar under the stars, out behind our house You will always find my heart, way down South
Clothes on a clothes line, hangin' in the sunshine A garden growin' in the ground Country music on the radio, talk about a good ol' sound People drivin' pass when I'm cuttin' grass Wavin' at every single one That's the way it's done when you come from, way down South Way down South
Swimmin' in the creek with all my friends, way down South Prayin' them days would never end, way down South Give me a worm and a fishin' pole, I'll pull a fish on out Those memories will never get old, way down South
Clothes on a clothes line, hangin' in the sunshine A garden growin' in the ground Country music on the radio, talk about a good ol' sound People drivin' pass when I'm cuttin' grass Wavin' at every single one That's the way it's done when you come from, way down South That's the way it's done when you come from, way down South Way down South, way down South Mmmmmmm....
Well, I grew up wild and free Walkin' these fields in my barefeet There wasn't no place I couldn't go With a .22 rifle and a fishin' pole
Well, I live in the city but don't fit in You know it's a pity the shape I'm in Well, I got no home and I got no choice Oh, Lord, have mercy on a country boy
When I was young I remember well I'd hunt the wild turkey and bobwhite quail The river was clear and deep back then Had fishin' lines tied to the willow limb
Well, I live in the city but don't fit in You know it's a pity the shape I'm in Well, I got no home and I got no choice Oh, Lord, have mercy on a country boy
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Well, they damned the river, they damned the stream They cut down the Cyprus and the Sweetgum trees There's a laundromat and a barbershop And now the whole meadow is a parking lot
Well, I live in the city but don't fit in You know it's a pity the shape I'm in Well, I got no home and I got no choice Oh, Lord, have mercy on a country boy
Well, I live in the city but don't fit in You know it's a pity the shape I'm in Well, I got no home and I got no choice Oh, Lord, have mercy on a country boy
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