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I was born dirt poor on a dead end country road. 
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My every dream was to just grow up and go. 
       D                                      G 
Like a siren song those bright lights call my name. 
     D                   A                D 
So I turned that country road into memory lane. 
 
Well I hit that fast lane it was paved with gold. 
                                            A 
But it wasnt long till my highbrow ways got old. 
          D                                      G 
I started missin things that I thought I left behind. 
       D                 A                    D 
Till I found two swingin doors beneath a neon sign. 


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A 
They were wirlin and a twirlin to the fiddle's  
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and the steel guitars. 
                                      A 
Them city folk was drinkin from mason jars. 
  D                                 G 
I think I found what paradise might be. 
    D            A               D 
The city put the country back in me. 
 
Steel guitar and guitar Solo. 
 
D 
When you leave this farm,  
 
You don't have to clean your wounds. 
                                         A 
Just go on home and slip off them cowboy boots. 
            D                                  G 
Now it's the best of both worlds all I'll ever need. 
    D            A               D 
The city put the country back in me. 
 
Sing Chorus 
D                     A               D   
Yeah the city put the country back in me.