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Luke Prater
Luke Prater
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Luke Prater
Luke Prater
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Lyrics

Population broke a thousand a few years back
Them neighborhoods took over where I used to hide my stash
Back then it was a trot line across the Cibolo creek
A John boat floatin' drinkin' Nana's sweet tea
Seems like yesterday I packed up and moved on out
I always thought I'd take it as far as
A couple hundred miles away
Set my roots and sow my oats
Somewhere far from this little place
Lord knows
Why I ever thought I had to get out
'Cause everybody leaves
And everybody comes right back
To this town
We used to set up shop with a fire
Way back in the hills
And I thought I'd die the day that I got
Pulled under that bridge
My older brother spent a whole dang summer
Rebuilding some county road fence
When a hundred mile an hour
Cut loose of them tires
Through a mailbox and a field he went
I always thought I'd take it as far as
A couple hundred miles away
Set my roots and sow my oats
Somewhere far from this little place
Lord knows
Why I ever thought had to get out
'Cause everybody leaves
And everybody comes right back
To this town
I thought I fell in love by a pond one summer
Just watching that sun go down
I knew it wasn't meant to be
Yeah but I'd always dreamed
Of her and I settling down
Life took it's turns and
Both of us got burned
I wouldn't change a thing right now
But when she broke heart I swore
I'd do my part
To never never make it back to this town
I always thought I'd take it as far as
A couple hundred miles away
Set my roots and sow my oats
Somewhere far from this little place
Then I grew up
And I settled down
And I found myself still hangin' around
Lord knows
Why I ever thought I had to get out
'Cause everybody leaves
And talks a little smack
They all wind up coming right back
Yeah everybody leaves
And everybody comes right back
To this town
Yeah I'm still hangin' around
Written by: Luke Prater
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