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EHow do you turn a scholarship down,
ATear up a ticket, already punched,
EAnd watch a dream die?
EWho's gonna tell me how
ATo face Daddy
EAnd watch Momma cry?
BHave I thrown my future away?
APlayed my last football game?
BIt all seems so strange
AThat in just one night
Your whole lBife can change.
Wish this Aold John Deere had wings
And this Ecotton row was an Bairstrip
AWay outta here. B
AWish this high noon Georgia sun
Could Emelt what's been Bdone
Make it dAisappear.
If I could C#mleave, BI'd be gAone,
But that's just Aone more G#mthing doneF#m wrong B
By this small town favorite son.
EBy fall they're all gonna know
AOur little secret
EMy baby holds inside.
EBy then she'll be startin' to show,
AAnd I'll be the husband
ETo a shotgun bride.
BI already miss that sound
AThe marching bands and the cheering crowds.
BStuck here in this red dirt ground
AKnowin' I, I let everybody Bdown.
Wish this Aold John Deere had wings
And this Ecotton row was an Bairstrip
AWay outta here. B
AWish this high noon Georgia sun
Could Emelt what's been Bdone
Make it dAisappear.
If I could C#mleave, BI'd be gAone,
But that's just Aone more G#mthing doneF#m wrong B
By this small town favorite son.
AThis high noon Georgia sun
Can't Emelt what's been Bdone.
Girl, I Abe right here
C#m I dBon't kAnow much about life
ABut I G#mknow what's F#mright B
N.C
For this small town favorite son.
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