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Randy Houser
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Route 3 Box 250 D
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 Route 3 Box 250 D
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 Route 3 Box 250 D
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
Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com 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 Route 3 Box 250 D
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 Route 3 Box 250 D
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