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I'd like to say it was perfect 
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Growing up was a fairytale 
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But Hollywood don't make no movies 
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About a house up on wheels down a dirt road, Mississippi 
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Tucked back in the trees 
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Well the man my mama married 
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Had a mean streak in his blood 
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And when he took to drinking 
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He'd take it out on us 
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And I could hear my mama crying 
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That made it hard to sleep 
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G              C        G 
That's where I became a man 
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Long before my time 
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And since I left I ain't been back 
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But I go back in my mind 




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Thank God for Buford Bailey 
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He had a pond he'd let me fish 
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That's where I'd run off to 
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Every chance I'd get 
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And I would pray that God was listening 
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And He'd come rescue me 
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(Bridge)
 
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Then one day, my uncle pulled up in a pickup truck 
F#m                 Em 
Loaded up everything 
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Wasn't much but it was everything 



 
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I'd like to say it was perfect 
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Growing up was a fairytale 
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But Hollywood don't make no movies 
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About a house up on wheels down a dirt road, Mississippi 
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Thats what made me "me" 
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