2,3,4...
Well, this life that I live has took me everywhere;
There ain`t no place I ain`t never gone.
But its kinda like the sayin` that you heard so many times:
Well, there just ain`t no place like home.
Did you ever see a she-gator protect her young-uns,
Or a fish in a river swimmin` free?
Did you ever see the beauty of the hills of Carolina,
Or the sweetness of the grass in Tennessee?
Lord, I can`t make any changes.
All I can do is write `em in a song.
`Cause I can see the concrete slowly creepin`...
Lord, take me and mine before that comes.
Do you like to see a mountain stream a-flowin`?
Do you like to see a young-un with his dog?
Did you ever stop to think about, well, the air you`re breathin`?
Well, you better listen to my song!
And, Lord, I can`t make any changes.
All I can do is write `em in a song.
Yes and I can see the concrete slowly creepin`...
Lord, take me and mine before that comes.
I`m not tryin` to put down no big city,
But the things they write about us `re just a bore.
Well, you can take a boy out of Ol` Dixieland, Lord,
But you`ll never take Ol` Dixie from a boy!
And, Lord, I can`t make any changes.
All I can do is write `em in a song.
Yes, well, I can see the concrete slowly creepin`...
Lord, take me and mine before that comes.
I said, I can see the concrete slowly creepin`...
Lord, take me and mine before that comes.
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