Laine Hardy - Ground I Grew Up On
That ain't just dirt That ain't just dust blowin' That ain't just nothin' but an old fishin' hole Ain't just some rooster crowin' It's where I learned how to be a boy Washed in the blood and red dirt mud Kinda glad I didn't have a choice
So girl just kick back in that shotgun Let me show you where I'm from Girl, where I'm from Might look like nothin' but gravel roads And tractors rollin' over them fields And prayin' that we get a little rain soon And cuttin' loose in hand me down wheels And knockin' them Friday night beers back By the train tracks and thinkin' that I'd never miss this place when I got gone But that's the ground I grew up on Yeah, that's the ground I grew up on Girl, don't blink You might miss it all It's where I could fix anything I broke but the law
It was hard to leave Girl, that's the truth But you know if I'd stuck around
This little town, I'd have never found you
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