Where I Belong

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There's just something about this small town, 
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Where generations of blood are carved in stone, 
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Yeah, that's where I belong. 
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Smiling face at the fillin' station, 
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No bullet proof glass this is family owned, 
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Yeah, that's where I belong. 
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Where there's a little white church, couple run down shacks, 
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Grain elevator by the rail road tracks, 
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Where every days like living a country song, 
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That's where I belong. 
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I got behind the wheel at 14, 
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Now I can drive like hell down east bound roads, 
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Yeah, With my eye closed, 
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In a '77 Silverado 
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Cruisin' around the lake side with my girl 
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That was my whole world, 
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She left one day for the city lights, 
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But does she ever dream of me at night. 
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And that little white church, couple run down shacks, 
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Grain elevator by the rail road tracks, 
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Where every days like living a country sooong, 
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Where the stop signs are peppered with buck shot holes, 
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That old stray dog everybody knows, 
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You can laugh out loud, and dream all day looong, 
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That's where I belong. 

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Well did you leave a town like this  
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Then start to feel some emptiness, 
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Well I came back because I missed. 
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That little white church, couple run down shacks, 
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Grain elevator by the rail road tracks, 
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Where every days like living a country sooong, 
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Where the stop signs are peppered with buck shot holes, 
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That old stray dog everybody knows, 
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You can laugh out loud, and dream all day looong, 
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That's where I belong. 
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Oh, that's where I belong, 
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Yeah, that's where I belong, 
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That's where I belong. 

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