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(verse)
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I'd like to say it was perfect
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Growing up was a fairytale
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But Hollywood don't make no movies
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About a house up on wheels down a 
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dirt road, Mississippi
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Tucked back in the trees
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(verse)
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Well the man my mama married
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Had a mean streak in his blood
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And when he took to drinking
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He'd take it out on us
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And I could hear my mama crying
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That made it hard to sleep
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(chorus)
G              C        G
That's where I became a man
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Long before my time
G                  C          G
And since I left I ain't been back
                    A
But I go back in my mind


(verse)
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Thank God for Buford Bailey
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He had a pond he'd let me fish
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That's where I'd run off to
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Every chance I'd get
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And I would pray that God was 
listening
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And He'd come rescue me
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(bridge)
Bm                A              
Then one day, my uncle pulled up 
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in a pickup truck
F#m                 Em
Loaded up everything
F#m                    A
Wasn't much but it was everything



(chorus-out)
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I'd like to say it was perfect
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Growing up was a fairytale
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But Hollywood don't make no movies
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About a house up on wheels down a 
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dirt road, Mississippi
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Thats what made me "me"
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