Country Grown

I used to be
Hell on wheels on these county roads
Kicking up dust everywhere I'd go
It was callused hands it was whiskey bent nights
Working like a dog to party all night

I still miss it every now and then
But when I do, I just think to way back when

It was blown out speakers and empty beer cans
I gave my life to this dirt and this land
To the Sunday mornin preacher and them church pew rows
To the 5 oclock Monday morning rooster crows
That was me back then, and this is me now
Playing these songs for this screaming crowd
From midnight living to the long road home
I guess I'm little bit country grown

That's not my life but it used to be
And deep inside it's still a part of me
I worked real hard to get this far
The roots run deep no matter where you are

It was blown out speakers and empty beer cans
I gave my life to this dirt and this land
To the Sunday mornin preacher and them church pew rows
To the 5 oclock Monday morning rooster crows
That was me back then, and this is me now
Playing these songs for this screaming crowd
From midnight living to the long road home
I guess I'm little bit country grown

I still miss it every now and then
But when I do, I just think to way back when

It was blown out speakers and empty beer cans
I gave my life to this dirt and this land
To the Sunday mornin preacher and them church pew rows
To the 5 oclock Monday morning rooster crows
It was blown out speakers and empty beer cans
I gave my life to this dirt and this land
To the Sunday mornin preacher and them church pew rows
To the 5 oclock Monday morning rooster crows
That was me back then, and this is me now
Playing these songs for this screaming crowd
From midnight living to the long road home
I guess I'm little bit country grown



Credits
Writer(s): Erasmus Allen
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