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i'd like to say it was perfect

growing up was a fairytale

but hollywood don't make no movies

about a house up on wheels down a dirt road

mississippi

tucked back in the trees

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well the man my mama married

had a mean streak in his blood

and when he took to drinking

he'd take it out on us

and i could hear my mama crying

that made it hard to sleep

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that's where i became a man

long before my time

and since i left i ain't been back

but i go back in my mind

thank god for buford bailey

he had a pond he'd let me fish

that's where i'd run off to

every chance i'd get

and i would pray that god was listening

and he'd come rescue me

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then one day

my uncle pulled up in a pickup truck

loaded up everything

wasn't much but it was everything

i'd like to say it was perfect

that growing up was a fairytale

but hollywood don't make no movies

about a house up on wheels down a dirt road

mississippi

but that's what made me leave

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