Beat up Nikes on a front porch
Cornrows runnin' where the corn grows
Hardware store for a cup of bait
Home and scale the brim ya caught that day
Four wheelers ridin', kickin' up mud
Or on some backroad kickin' up some dust
Some folks see it as a stereotype
But to me this is my paradise
Kinda things that money can't buy
And to tell you the truth I wouldn't even try
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On this side of the county line
Where ya dream as big as them Georgia pines
Paradise for miles and miles
Out here on the country side
Wakin' up workin' until the day's finished
Thеy can throw sticks but we was raised in 'em
And it's, nothin' likе a sunny sky
With the singin' of a diesel pipe
Got all I need and all I see is Heaven all the way around
That's home to me
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I look out and all I see
Is a whole bunch of folks that was raised like me
Married folks just a couple years in
And it all started with some names on a tree
Everything I got is everything I earned
Everything I lost is everything I learned
Every friend I lost ain't a bridge I burned
Got a lot of bad memories the good ones blurred
Workin' like a dog, livin' free as a bird
Down here livin' in our own kinda world
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(On) on this side of the county line
Where ya dream as big as them Georgia pines
Paradise for miles and miles
Out here on the country side (out here on the country side)
Wakin' up workin' until the day's finished
They can throw sticks but we was raised in 'em
And it's, nothin' like a sunny sky (a sunny sky)
With the singin' of a diesel pipe (singin' of a diesel pipe)
Got all I need and all I see is Heaven all the way around
That's home to me