| They say you can't grow where you're grown from |
| So I been rippin' through towns tryna grow up |
| Couple bars, couple shots, cup of whiskey on the rocks |
| Gettin' gone, gettin' lost, tryna find myself |
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| Twenty-three had a better ring to it |
| When I thought it meant findin' a girl and makin' music |
| So I ain't have a clue when it came down to it |
| I would find me by myself |
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| Goin' in circles, fallin' in love |
| Gettin' knocked down just to stand back up |
| But there's a lot of things that make more sense |
| When I got this bottle in my hand |
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| No, I don't smoke, but I drink a little too much |
| Still the same as I was when I grew up |
| Right outside of half saved, half screwed up |
| Little hell bent, heaven sent, Hallelujah |
| I probably shouldn't go down this road I'm on |
| But you'll never be found if you don't get lost |
| So I'm pickin' my roots up and my movin' my boots |
| Somewhere between here and home |
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| How many times can I fall and get back up again? |
| Hmm |
| Knees weak, feelin' damn near beat |
| But I'll come 'round in the end |
| Tryna be right but I'm losin' my way |
| I'm always in the wrong with whatever I say |
| But there's a lot of things that make more sense |
| When I got this bottle in my hand |
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| No, I don't smoke, but I drink a little too much |
| Still the same as I was when I grew up |
| Right outside of half saved, half screwed up |
| Little hell bent, heaven sent Hallelujah |
| I probably shouldn't go down this road I'm on |
| But you'll never be found if you don't get lost |
| So I'm pickin' my roots up and my movin' my boots |
| Somewhere between here and home |
| Somewhere between here and home |
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| Oh |
| When it gets hard to see the light |
| When I'm alone and don't feel right |
| I need somethin' strong to get me by |
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| So I might smoke if I drink a little too much |
| Still the same as I was when I grew up |
| Right outside of half saved, half screwed up |
| Little hell bent, heaven sent, Hallelujah |
| I probably shouldn't go down this road I'm on |
| But you'll never be found if you don't get lost |
| So I'm pickin' my roots up and my movin' my boots |
| Somewhere between here and home |
| Somewhere between here and home |
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