I left behind those city streets
For a small town boy in his grandma's ring
White picket fence in a front porch swing
Hand me down catching that newfound dream
I wasn't born with roots in the ground
But I brought 'em with me and handing them down
And down at Ron's Diner, they're spilling the tea
But it's the best cherry pie in all of Willow Springs
Married in the church, baptized in the creek
Friday night lights up the end of the week
I wasn't born with roots in the ground
But you can bet I'll be sticking around
Ain't got a money tree growing in New York
But there's a dollar store right down the street
I just wanna be anywhere you are
Hands in the dirt, planting new seeds
Some people can't wait to get out
Oh, but I married into this town
God knows where I'd be right now
If you hadn't brought me to this town
Oh, oh, oh
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