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- Old hats, cow pats
- Alan Jackson on the radio
- I played Nirvana on the piano
- I ran around
- in thunderstorms in the countryside
- Getting XP as the modems fried
- My bro looked up
- To high school heros mowing grass
- I played the pipe organ in my khaki slacks
- And now although
- I've found a place in the big city
- I don't feel like I've found my way
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- I believe it's time to write my country song
- The kind that you sing along
- About the days that are long long gone away
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- Hard work and church
- is what the old boy told me
- I stole the words and added the blastphemy
- I date like a
- lawyer's interrogation
- if that don't scare 'em away wait 'til I mention
- that my dream has been
- To live in the town I was raised in
- And die on the farm I was born on
- I know I'll find
- someone who thinks I'm not cur-ra-zy
- I just hope it's before my grave
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- I believe it's time to write my country song
- The kind that you sing along
- About the days that are long long gone away
- Or the future that I will win back some day
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- Roosters, chickens
- And solar-powered pneumatic doors
- Electric cars by the pullin' horse
- New York to LA
- to evenings spent at Wolff's lake
- kids enrolled at Maries R-1 after their Tokyo stay
- I will have a
- guilt of inauthenticity
- I hope they'll let me in anyway
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- I believe it's time to write my country song
- The kind that you sing along
- About the days that are long long gone away
- Or the future that I will win back some day
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