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I grew up wild, and I grew up true A town most folks just drive through We'd sit out by the dam on a night when the air was warm Mama was an angel, daddy was a saint When the lights cut off, I could sneak out late To a spot on the west side, baby, nobody knew Come and find me down Where the tree line ends, and the cattails grow We can be free, livin' our dreams out Singin' to the radio I was raised on a little patch of haven Wheat fields and old dirt roads Where the tin roof sings the whole damn thing Shakes when the cold wind blows Well, it ain't all sunshines and rainbows Hard times we all know But I'd go back in a minute to the land of the wicked Wheat fields and old dirt roads (Hey) la-la-la, na-na-na-na, la-la-la-la-la-la La-la-la, na-na-na-na, la-la-la-la-la-la I spent some time in a corner bar Playin' for keeps with this old guitar And it was worth every minute when I heard those people sing It's a long road home, but now I see What them old times meant to me So when I get back, crack a bottle of Jack You know where I'll be You can find me down Where the tree line ends, and the cattails grow We can be free, livin' our dreams out Singin' to the radio I was raised on a little patch of haven Wheat fields and old dirt roads Where the tin roof sings the whole damn thing Shakes when the cold wind blows Well, it ain't all sunshines and rainbows Hard times we all know But I'd go back in a minute to the land of the wicked Wheat fields and old dirt roads (Hey) la-la-la, na-na-na-na, la-la-la-la-la-la La-la-la, na-na-na-na, la-la-la-la-la-la I was raised on a little patch of haven Wheat fields and old dirt roads Where the tin roof sings the whole damn thing Shakes when the cold wind blows Well, it ain't all sunshines and rainbows Hard times we all know But I'd go back in a minute to the land of the wicked Wheat fields and old dirt roads I'd go back in a minute, to the land of the wicked Wheat fields and old dirt roads (Hey) la-la-la, na-na-na-na, la-la-la-la-la-la La-la-la, na-na-na-na, la-la-la-la-la-la (Hey) la-la-la, na-na-na-na, la-la-la-la-la-la La-la-la, na-na-na-na, la-la-la-la-la-la Wheat fields and old dirt roads
Writer(s): Owen Michael Riegling, Owen Riegling Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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