Find your own way back home Allow me to exaggerate a memory or two Where summer's lasted longer than Well longer than we do When nothing really mattered Except for me to be with you But in time we all forgotten We all grew Your melody sounds as sweet

Embrace me, my sweet embraceable you! Embrace me, you irreplaceable you! Just one look at you My heart grew tipsy in me, You and you alone Bring out the gypsy in me! I love all, the many charms about you! Above all, I want my arms about you! Don't be a

We stayed up all night long Made our drinks too strong Feeling ten feet tall Ropes swinging into the water In the middle of the night Like oh oh oh oh oh Breaking our boots in Stomping on the ground we grew up on Yeah, we were raised on it

Whoa oh oh oh oh We get real low, we get real high It ain’t all good baby but it’s all right This is real life in the real world We ain’t talking to no models We got real girls Well I grew up in a real town Where the prom queen had a plastic crown

Hey, hey what can I say I grew up in the heartland USA I sing it loud and proud and I make a lotta noise I'm an all-American middle class white boy We wasn't rich but we wasn't poor Lived on a cul-de-sac 'til my parents divorced I drove a hand-me-down

We stayed up all night long Made our drinks too strong Feeling ten feet tall Ropes swinging into the water In the middle of the night Like oh oh oh oh oh Breaking our boots in Stomping on the ground we grew up on Yeah, we were raised on it

Only all the time I still think about you, think about you If you see me, if I see you, mmm A part of me hopes that we do, no Say everything we wanted to After all this time I cut the tree down that we grew You know the one we carved our names into?

Just like my mama said And I'm going straight to hell I'm going straight to hell 'Cause I'm going straight to hell I grew up just west of the tracks Holdin' me to hold me back Around your door she's callin' out my name

Whoa oh oh oh oh We get real low, we get real high It ain’t all good baby but it’s all right This is real life in the real world We ain’t talking to no models We got real girls Well I grew up in a real town Where the prom queen had a plastic crown

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