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County Line Road



I grew up on a gravel road, way out in them fields

Where my Daddy taught me how to shoot
And I raised Cain while it rained on the red tin roof

My folks the raised us to respect the Lord and the land

And to believe in this country even if you don’t agree with the man


Way on back where I come from
Where the skeeters buzz in the midday sun

Mississippi Delta where the black water rolls

I grew up on a gravel off of County Line Road



‘Round here it’s the bar on Saturday night and then to church on Sunday

You thank the Lord for all of yours and then it’s back to fields come Monday mornin’

You bust your ass until the sun goes down then you climb in bed with your honey

Around here the simple life, it don’t take no rich man’s money, naww



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