Yeah, Tim, ay, this is your uncle Randy, remember me?
I'll congratulate you here on the paper. Oh shit just goes on and on and on and on about you
An old stop light
Swaying crooked in the wind
A for sale sign on a C-10 Chevy
Lookin' rusted and red
Copper's back up
Miners minin' for now
Might look a little rough from the old truck stop
But we're home-team proud
This ain't no turnaround town
This is where I was raised
It's where my uncle turned wrenches
My brothers played ball and my mama got saved
Yeah, the roots run deep
In this sacred ground
This ain't no runaway ramp off a lost highway
This ain't no turnaround town
Yeah, the summers don't last
And the winters move slow
Spent half a year pushing 'round snow just hopin'
That the hay is gonna grow
We don't know no quit
And yeah, we walk that walk
And when the going gets tough
The tough reload and take one more shot
Come on
This ain't no turnaround town
Yeah, this is where I was raised
It's where my uncle turned wrenches
My brothers played ball and my mama got saved
Yeah, the roots run deep
In this sacred ground
This ain't no runaway ramp off a lost highway
This ain't no turnaround town
Uh-oh-oh
Uh-oh-oh
Uh-oh-oh
This ain't no turnaround town
Yeah, this is where I was raised
Where uncle Randy turned wrenches
My brothers played ball and my mama got saved
Yeah, the roots run deep
In this sacred ground
This ain't no runaway ramp off a lost highway
This ain't no turnaround town
This ain't no turnaround town (Uh-oh-oh)
This ain't no turnaround town (Uh-oh-oh)
Stop in and stick around (Uh-oh-oh)
This ain't no turnaround town (Uh-oh-oh)
This ain't no turnaround town (Uh-oh-oh)
Proud of you buddy, see you still go my old guitar. Hang on to it, it'll bring you luck. Love ya, see you later
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