| It’s a place on the map where the railroad tracks
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| Run by a flag in the front yard
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| See a kid on a bike throwin' papers in a drive
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| And a man stackin' hay in a red barn
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| There’s a father and a son with a BB gun
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| Shootin' bottles off a trashcan lid
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| And a mat on the floor by a dog on the porch
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| Says, y’all come on in
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| That’s where we live, that’s where we love
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| That’s where we pray and raise our babies
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| Where we fry that chicken, talk in the kitchen
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| 'Bout what’s been happenin' lately
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| Where we get baptized, where we throw the rice
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| While the world goes round again
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| That’s where we live
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| We walk through the house, see our mama’s old couch
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| We got when we were 'bout fifteen
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| Red ribbon on the mirror from the 4-H fair
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| When we took second place with our Holstein
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| Where the honeysuckle grows on an old fence row
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| That runs up over the ridge
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| Where we sing Amazing Grace, pass the plate
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| And give all we can give
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| That’s where we live, that’s where we love
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| That’s where we pray and raise our babies
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| Where we fry that chicken, talk in the kitchen
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| 'Bout what’s been happenin' lately
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| Where we get baptized, where we throw the rice
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| While the world goes round again
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| That’s where we live
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| That’s where we live
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| It’s so much a part of you, you don’t have to go back
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| Everyone you know will always know that
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| That’s where we live, where we’re gonna die
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| That’s where we live
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| That’s where we live, that’s where we love
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| That’s where we pray and raise our babies
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| Where we fry that chicken, jaw in the kitchen
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| 'Bout what’s been happenin' lately
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| It’s where we get baptized, where we throw the rice
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| While the world goes round again
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| That’s where we live
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| Yeah, that’s where we live
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| That’s where we live
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| That’s where we live |