| After driving all night Daddy stopped the car
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| Said, «Wake up kids, here we are
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| This is our new home»
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| From that Oldsmobile all I could see
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| Was an ocean of fields out in front of me
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| It just rolled on, on and on
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| Daddy crossed the fence and he knelt down
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| Filled his hands with rich farmland and said
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| «This is good ground»
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| I had it all underneath my feet
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| There was room to grow — there was time to breathe
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| And dreams stretched high under summer skies
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| This is where I’m from — this is who I am
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| Down these roads I became a man
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| And they’re calling me — where my roots run deep
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| Deep down — this is good ground
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| Mama had me diggin' in her flower bed
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| There it was an arrowhead
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| And all I wanted to be, was Cherokee
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| Seasons change and childhood goes
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| I laid down my homemade bow for a brown-eyed girl
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| She changed my world
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| I learned to drive so we could ride around
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| We made the sweetest memories in it
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| On good ground
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| I had it all underneath my feet
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| There was room to grow — there was time to breathe
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| And dreams stretched high under summer skies
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| This is where I’m from — this is who I am
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| Down these roads I became a man
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| And they’re calling me where my roots run deep
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| Deep down — this is good ground
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| I drove all night then I stopped the car
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| Said, «Wake up kids, here we are
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| This is our new home
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| It’s been too long»
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| Crossed that fence and I knelt down
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| Said, «Everybody gather 'round
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| Hold out your hands, this is good ground»
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| You’ve got it all underneath your feet
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| There’s room to grow — there’s time to breathe
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| And dreams stretch high under summer skies
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| This is where I’m from — this is who I am
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| Down these roads I became a man
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| And they’re calling me where my roots run deep
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| Deep down — this is good ground |