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_ _ _ _ _ _ I'll tell you something.
_ _ _ 1968 was.
Just another year the fields needed chillin and there wasn't enough rain.
But D it was the first year Rosie started bringing my lunch out to the field every day _ _ _ _ _ .
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_ _ _ _ D You get your hands in it.
Plant your roots G in it.
Duffy head a lot dance with your boots Bm in it _ _ .
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_ _ _ _ D You write a name on it spin your tires G on it build your cornfield whiskey bonfires Bm on it _ _ .
You bet your life G on it _ _ _ .
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Bm Smile looks so good.
_ G _ _ Makes _ you wanna Bm Stand _ down.
A _ On D this dirt _ _ .
Rosie and I had five G children one died at birth.
_ _ _ _ Bm _ Tough times tough years, but it okay.
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_ _ D _ _ _ make some sweat with it taking a shovel G to it.
You stuff some crosses D and some painted goalposts Bm through it _ _ .
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_ _ _ D _ You know you came from _ .
Bm Sometimes smile looks so good.
_ G _ _ Makes _ you wanna D build Bm a ten percent down why A big fans house on D this dirt I _ .
_ _ _ _ G Asked Rosie one time D she wanted to travel and see the Bm world.
_ No, she said a.
D _ G World comes right to my window every D day.
Even if it is Bm broken, you know you came from _ _ _ G it _ _ .
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See Rosie was right about two things.
You don't have to Bm see the world of the world.
Raise _ _ G good children bake good enough D pies.
The world to come right to your kitchen window.
She's _ right about something else, too _ _ .
_ I built that baseball diamond way too close to the kitchen.
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_ _ Bm _ know you came from it.
_ G _ _ _ Yes, D someday you'll return to _ _ _ _ _ .
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