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That's The Kinda Place

 

That's The Kinda Place

(álbum: Travelin' Kind - 2021)


Out where the red rust grows
Sunday morning swings low
Put your finger on the middle of nowhere
We lived right there
Where the stars just beg you to wish on 'em
The home team ain't got no quit on 'em
You're either sitting 'round, waiting on
Jesus or the county fair

We were backroad, barbed wire fence, row runners
Dancing to the beat of that small town drummer
Singing through the radio static
We didn't know how good we had it
We were Texaco parking lot, streetlight dreaming
'Bout eighteen, heading where the grass gets greener
The place you fall out and back in love with
That's the kinda place I grew up in

You never think you'll miss the slow down of it
Learning lessons from the hard times of it
Until you get a few miles between the grown-up you
And all the used-to-be's

We were backroad, barbed wire fence, row runners
Dancing to the beat of that small town drummer
Singing through the radio static
We didn't know how good we had it
We were Texaco parking lot, streetlight dreaming
'Bout eighteen, heading where the grass gets greener
The place you fall out and back in love with
That's the kinda place I grew up in

Yeah, we were backroad, barbed wire fence, row runners
Dancing to the beat of that small town drummer
Singing through the radio static
We didn't know how good we had it
We were Texaco parking lot, streetlight dreaming
'Bout eighteen, heading where the grass gets greener
The place you fall out and back in love with
That's the kinda place I grew up in

Yeah, that's the kinda place, that's the kinda place
That I grew up in

(Whoa, that's where I'm from)
Well now, that's the kinda place
(Whoa, I'm coming home)
That I grew up in
(Whoa, that's where I'm from)
I'm coming home, I'm coming home
(Whoa, I'm coming home)
(Whoa, that's where I'm from)
I mighta left, but I'm coming back now, baby
(Whoa, I'm coming home)

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