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Backstory:

I like the idea of the roots of your upbringing being a guide for life.                                                                                                             

Lyrics:

                                                  
Small Town Young  Copyright Kevin W. Kenney 

I hit that interstate the day I turned 18 
Thought this city life would have everything I need 
But there are no givers here I'm surrounded by alone
One night I called my dad Said Can I move back home?
He said Don't give up, remember what you're made of
 
     The cheers for your team at the top of your lungs   
     The light you soaked up from that big country sun  
     The Word of God from when the hymns were sung 
     Can do is in your blood
     Cause you are small town young 

I had never felt so proud, the goosebumps left no doubt
Pulled the Bible off the shelf, got my pom poms out
Put my high school t-shirt on, Go Salem across the chest 
Surprised by happy tears that told me I'd been blessed  
To live like I grew up, I love what I'm made of 

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