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DI'd like to say it was perfect
DGrowing up was a fairytale
DBut Hollywood don't make no movies
DAbout a house up on wheels down a Gdirt road, Mississippi
Tucked back in the Dtrees
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DWell the man my mama married
DHad a mean streak in his blood
DAnd when he took to drinking
DHe'd take it out on us
DAnd I could Ghear my mama crying
That made it hard to Dsleep
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GThat's where I Cbecame a Gman
Long before my Dtime
GAnd since I left I Cain't been Gback
But I go back in my Amind
Thank DGod for Buford Bailey
DHe had a pond he'd let me fish
DThat's where I'd run off to
DEvery chance I'd get
And I would Gpray that God was listening
And He'd come rescue Dme
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BmThen one day, my uAncle pulled up in a pGickup truck
F#mLoaded up everythingEm
F#mWasn't much but it was Aeverything
DI'd like to say it was perfect
DGrowing up was a fairytale
DBut Hollywood don't make no movies
DAbout a house up on wheels down a Gdirt road, Mississippi
Thats what made me "Dme"
Route A3 Box 250 D
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