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Laine Hardy

Ground I Grew Up On

 

Ground I Grew Up On

(album: Here's To Anyone - 2021)


That ain't just dirt
That ain't just dust blowing
That ain't just nothing but an old fishing hole
Ain't just some rooster crowing
It's where I learned how to be a boy
Washed in the blood and red dirt mud
Kinda glad I didn't have a choice

So girl just kick back in that shotgun
Let me show you where I'm from
Girl where I'm from

Might look like nothing but gravel roads
And tractors rolling over them fields
And praying that we get a little rain soon
And cutting loose in hand me down wheels
And knocking them Friday night beers back
By the train tracks and thinking that
I'd never miss this place when I got gone
But that's the ground I grew up on
Yeah that's the ground I grew up on

Girl don't blink
You might miss it all
It's where I could fix anything I broke but the law
It was hard to leave
Girl that's the truth
But you know if I'd stuck around this little town I'd never found you

Might look like nothing but gravel roads
And tractors rolling over them fields
And praying that we get a little rain soon
And cutting loose in hand me down wheels
And knocking them Friday night beers back
By the train tracks and thinking that
I'd never miss this place when I got gone
But looking back I couldn't have been more wrong
But that's ground I grew up on
Yeah that's the ground I grew up on

Where the tales are as tall as the corn grows
Baby who knows if we're lucky
Maybe one day at our back door

Might look like nothing but gravel roads
And tractors rolling over them fields
And praying that we get a little rain soon
And cutting loose in hand me down wheels
And knocking them Friday night beers back
By the train tracks and thinking that
I'd never miss this place when I got gone
But looking back I couldn't have been more wrong
'Cause that's the ground I grew up on
Yeah that's the ground I grew up on

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