Dustin Lee Martin - County Line Road

I grew up on a gravel road, way out in them fields
Where my Daddy taught me how to shoot And I raised Cain while it rained on the red tin roof
My folks the raised us to respect the Lord and the land
And to believe in this country even if you don't agree with the man

Way on back where I come from Where the skeeters buzz in the midday sun
Mississippi Delta where the black water rolls
I grew up on a gravel off of County Line Road

'Round here it's the bar on Saturday night and then to church on Sunday
You thank the Lord for all of yours and then it's back to fields come Monday mornin'
You bust your ass until the sun goes down then you climb in bed with your honey
Around here the simple life, it don't take no rich man's money, naww

Way on back where I come from Where the skeeters buzz in the midday sun
Mississippi Delta where the black water rolls
I grew up on a gravel off of County Line Road

Way on back where I come from Where the skeeters buzz in the midday sun
Mississippi Delta where the black water rolls
I grew up on a gravel off of County Line Road
I grew up on a gravel off of County Line Road

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Dustin Martin

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