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You can pass right by in the blink of an eye
If you did, then you probably never saw
That water tower in the sky, the little number on the sign State champs 2017 fall
Yeah, it’s a small town where my roots run deep
We live it big down here, let me show you what I mean

I like a six-inch rough country lift
A big winter green dip in my lip
A big cooler full of cores, bonfires in the sticks Truck door banging out some big and rich
I got a big fucking bass on my wall
A big southern drawl, ladies how are y’all
We ain’t got a lot, but all I want is in this map dot, so there’s county lines that I won’t ever cross
I like my town small

My boys wear camo all year, we like it like that There ain’t no service way out here, but they know where I’ll be at
A dirt road fishing hole on this side of the tracks
And I don’t know why they even gotta ask

I like a six-inch rough country lift
A big winter green dip in my lip
A big cooler full of cores, bonfires in the sticks Truck door banging out some big and rich
I got a big fucking bass on my wall
A big southern drawl, ladies how are y’all
We ain’t got a lot, but all I want is in this map dot, so there’s county lines that I won’t ever cross
I like my town small

Yeah, I’m proud of my last name
I’ve always been big on the little things

I like a six-inch rough country lift
A big winter green dip in my lip
A big cooler full of cores, bonfires in the sticks Truck door banging out some big and rich
I got a big fucking bass on my wall
A big southern drawl, ladies how are y’all
We ain’t got a lot, but all I want is in this map dot, so there’s county lines that I won’t ever cross
I like my town small

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