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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. 
 
Sing Chorus 
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Yeah the city put the country back in me.