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'94 and raised
Still in this little town these days
Rockin', rollin', lovin',
This town will be home to me.
No how far I go.

One of the places to go you die
So I've heard and I'm not why
We got the courthouse, St. steeple
Known for and loads of old people
So just antiques I

we got mornin' fog
Sweepin' up off the
Rises up over the
And fades off the hills
We do love that dirty water.

This little just moves so slow
Nobody has own road to go
It's such a
song remains the same
Same shit different day is the around here