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

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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

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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.

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

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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

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