Out here on the back side of that city limit sign where the world turns two lanes
Pretty girl working at the bank and the fella topping off your tank knows your name
Water tower, power lines, swimming holes, rusty old RC Cola signs and county fairs
Raise your hand if you’ve been there
Where there’s biscuits, grits, and gravy
And the waitress calls you baby
And the star lights like a street light on a summer night
We say hell yeah and Amen, yeehaw and y’all come back again
And pray that our boys come home alive
And when ole glory flies we still hold our hands over our hearts
Where there’s more trucks than cars
Well, I’ve been there on the concrete of them big city streets in my Ford truck
Traffic jam in the town square, told my buddies living up there, good luck
Meanwhile back in Tennessee we’re raising our babies and our own green beans and kicking up dust
Come on down when you’ve had enough
Where there’s biscuits, grits, and gravy
And the waitress calls you baby
And the star lights like a street light on a summer night
We say hell yeah and Amen, yeehaw and y’all come back again
And pray that our boys come home alive
And when ole glory flies we still hold our hands over our hearts
Where there’s more trucks than cars
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