Intro: |E |A |E |A |

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There's just something about this small town,
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Where generations of blood are carved in stone,
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Yeah, that's where I belong.
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Smiling face at the fillin' station,
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No bullet proof glass this is family owned,
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Yeah, that's where I belong.
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Where there's a little white church, couple run down shacks,
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Grain elevator by the rail road tracks,
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Where every days like living a country song,
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That's where I belong.
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I got behind the wheel at 14,
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Now I can drive like hell down these back roads,
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Yeah, With my eyes closed,
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In a '77 Silverado
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Cruisin' around the lake side with my girl
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That was my whole world,
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She left one day for the city lights,
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But does she ever dream of me at night.
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And that little white church, couple run down shacks,
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Grain elevator by the rail road tracks,
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Where every days like living a country sooong,
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Where the stop signs are peppered with buck shot holes,
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That old stray dog everybody knows,
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You can laugh out loud, and dream all day looong,
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That's where I belong.

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Well did you leave a town like this 
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Then start to feel some emptiness,
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Well I came back because I missed.
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That little white church, couple run down shacks,
E                     A
Grain elevator by the rail road tracks,
E                     A                F#m  B
Where every days like living a country sooong,
          E                            A
Where the stop signs are peppered with buck shot holes,
     E             A
That old stray dog everybody knows,
        E                   A             F#m  B
You can laugh out loud, and dream all day looong,
               E      A E 
That's where I belong.
    A              E      A E 
Oh, that's where I belong,
      A              E      A E
Yeah, that's where I belong,
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That's where I belong.