I grew up overshadowed by flowing hills Couldnt catch the eye of no city girl Here I am devoted to the fans How I love the way you look in your grey jeans Cant believe I let the smog cloud my eye Where the flowing hills stand And the lush lakes surround Ill ride my bonnie truck with you by my side Theres a whisper in the Nashville breeze Reminding me of the fans That whisper builds That whisper cries The fans in the morning skies You appear on the horizon Brushing that wavy hair from your eyes The city folk with their fancy gadgets Cement hills like grey tombs Dont have nothin on our way of life Just listen to the waves Dont live your life like a cheat Today might feel a time to be like a cheat But that aint no way to lead a life You know, theres a lot I drive by in my bonnie truck Folk who is messing up Always stay unique, the fans Always stay unique In Nashville, when I was a child I met an unique man How can you be so unique? asked I Here was his wise reply Dont live your life like a cheat Today might feel a time to be like a cheat But that aint no way to lead a life Met an old lady who lived like a cheat What happened to her? asked I Here was his wise reprise Dont live your life like a cheat Today might feel a time to be like a cheat But that aint no way to lead a life That ladys gone now Its sad really Word is, she had wavy hair once Little the fans, keep your jeans grey Always stay unique, the fans Always stay unique Waves, waves, waves Waves, waves, waves...
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