Dustin Lynch – World To Me (Guitar)

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It's a middle of nowhere, nobody comes here town

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You're either born and raised and you stay or you turn right around

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Pulled on, court house, stop light blinking

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Four wheels, corn fields, I know what you're thinking

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Who'd wanna live in this place

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Who'd wanna suffer the fate

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Of a life spent pulling a plow through the dirt

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Who'd wanna put down roots in a blue collar suit

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We do, and a few of us know what it's worth

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A little buckshot dot on a map it might be

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But it's the world to me

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I know these hollers and hills and fields down to every square inch

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I know every name sprayed in Dupont paint on that bridge

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Had my first kiss, learned to shift gears on these back roads

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All that and all of this makes me one of those

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Who'd wanna live in this place

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Who'd wanna suffer the fate

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Of a life spent pulling a plow through the dirt

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Who'd wanna put down roots in a blue collar suit

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We do, and a few of us know what it's worth

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A little buckshot dot on a map it might be

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But it's the world to me

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It's those Friday night games

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Billy's Tavern on Main

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Where we grab a cold beer after a hard day's work

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It's who we are through and through

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From our hats to our boots

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It's the truth, and we all know what it's worth

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A little buckshot dot on a map it might be

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But it's the world to me

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Oh, the world to me