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Correct This Town Lyrics
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[Chorus x2] This town is my home, it's, deep in my soul That's why I'm at home, even when I'm on the road [Verse 1] Grew up in the backdrop, of a small town Nissan truck, dropped down Volkswagon Rabbit, with the top down Sittin on BBS's, how that sound Yeah, yall remember that don't ya Don't don't don't don't don't don't don't don't don't ya That's where I come from, Houston County No distance or tour bus can take me To make me forget gettin my ass whipped In the parking lot of MaZio's Skippin church the first time I heard Planet Rock come out a boombox That may be the day God saved my soul So, I take a little bit of everything I ever learned with me anywhere on this globe I go No body can take that, think back Linda Mae gave me the name Now Danny Boone's in your radio And for those that think that I changed I did The world out there took a naive kid Scarred his heart and beat him down And this songs me commin back around From out the town where (?) is [Chorus x2] [Verse 2] Northside High School Makin beats on the top of my desk Whenever the teacher left the room Three years of ridin the bench wantin to play More than the last 13 seconds of the game, gonna get a name Hangin with the hood that loves my girlfriend Ended up doin everyone of em None of them ever thought I knew what to do When it's cool 'cause I used to do your boo too Stealin cigarettes and malt liqour Back of the pep rally in a cardigan sweater Vowed that I would quit partyin, never But now we got death and meth and nothin left But questions in our minds Do you really think this town is ever really gonna change in our time It's in the sky, a mile high It's on your table, that black label It's in your locker, that bottle of vodka Sardines, and pork & beans [Chorus x2] [Verse 3] Used to sit on the trunk of a 66 Pontiac Where the party at? I'm askin my kinfolk as the sun gets low Can I get a hit of your cognac? Hell no, yall know Aint nuthin but the corner left Did you hear about P Nutt he nutted up Four police cars, he was raisin hell Took mace and a billy club to shut him up Well, been sittin here by myself Drinkin Ez Jesus With a dime to sell Laying low 'cause I just got out of jail myself One day I'm gonna leave this place And yall might never ever see my face again Friends then friends since we were little bitty Now were grown, and this is our hooome
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