I come from a place with tall trees White picket fence River brown like coffee All my friends are there Some of them aware Some that really dont care But its the place that I call home So I go alone To see how it is grown And nothing can compare To hearing all the good news, gotta love the good news Even when its unfair I hope you know that I miss you I hope you know that Im comin back I hope you know that I miss you I hope you know that Im comin baaack I come from a place with corn fields I remember when I got my first four wheels And I ride Middle of the night Convertible with no lights Nothing but the moonlight to guide the way Then I heard em say Bit of a delay I wound up in a ditch at the break of day You passed me by I knew exactly why, we had a good night I hope you know that I miss you I hope you know that Im comin back I hope you know that I miss you I hope you know that Im comin back Instrumental, approx. 30 seconds
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