I’m from the front pew of a wooden white church
A courthouse clock that still don’t work
Where a man’s word means everything
Where moms and dads were high school flames
Who gave their children grandmother’s maiden name
Yes it may not sound like much
But it’s where I’m from
Where the quarterback dates the homecoming queen
The trucks are Ford and the tractors green
And Amazing Grace is what we sing
Where the county fair is every fall
And your friends are there no matter when you call
Yes it may not sound like much
But it’s where I’m from
From “Where I’m From” by Patrick Davis
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Standing at the back door
She tried to make it fast
One tear hit the hard wood
It fell like broken glass
She said sometimes love slips away
And you just can’t get it back
Let’s face it
For one split second
She almost turned around
But that would be like pouring rain drops
Back into a cloud
So she took another step and said
I see the way out and I’m gonna’ take it
I don’t wanna’ spend my life jaded
Waiting to wake up one day and find
That I’ve let all these years go by
Wasted
From “Wasted” performed by Carrie Underwood
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Love the 1st song… It fit any small town girl 🙂 I mean you can’t take the Powdersville or McCormick out of the girl…. and who really would want to!