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Lyrics:

                                                  
I grew up in a rural town, 
Forty people was a crowd
neighbors smile as I pass by
peaceful almost all  the time
its so different here babe,every night 
the billboard light shines in my eyes

this city‘s too bright,
 there’s no stars at night
 I can’t find my way
These crowded streets
 are confusing to me
 that's why I  can't stay
Please come with me,
 I want you to see 
the place where 
I come from

I miss the smell of fresh cut hay
riding horses around the lake
fields of rye in winter time, 
tiger lilies through out July  

here, a million shoes go whizzing by
hardly anyone wears a smile

this city‘s too bright,
 there’s no stars at night 
 I can’t find my way
These crowded streets 
are confusing to me
 that's why I  can't stay
Please come with me,
 I want you to see 
the place where
 I come from

 the waterfall at Timber creek, won't stop calling me
Girl, my heart's with you but my soul is in the country

this city‘s too bright, 
there’s no stars at night 
and I can’t find my way
These crowded streets 
are confusing to me
 that's why I  can't stay
Please come with me,
 I want you to see
 the place where I come from


@ copyright Shawn Fitzgerald