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Ain't nothing but a cigarette, scratch-off, stop on your way to somewhere Only thing higher than the corn are steeples and the price of gas Only got one stoplight, one diner Where a few good old timers Still living in their glory days It's just Main Street and court house Ain't much to talk about We make the most of this place Puts the back in the road When we pull off the highway The score on the board On a November Friday The hey, how you been, when you ain't been around Home in a hometown Put the punch in the clock 'Cause that's just what we do Put cold on the beer When the work weeks through Put the raise of my pride in a little White House And my home in a hometown Put the fire in the field and the country on the radio station We put our tails on gates and fill 'em up when our cups need raising Bunch of ball caps and blue jeans And it really ain't no new thing Letras de canciones Puts the back in the road When we pull off the highway The score on the board On a November Friday The hey, how you been, when you ain't been around Home in a hometown Put the punch in the clock 'Cause that's just what we do Put cold on the beer When the work weeks through Put the raise of my pride in a little White House And my home in a hometown Got your home team, home boys That drawl and the y'all in your your home voice Down home girl, when it's said and done Yeah, it's a home run Puts the back in the road When we pull off the highway The score on the board On a November Friday The hey, how you been, when you ain't been around Yeah, we put the punch in the clock 'Cause that's just what we do Put cold on the beer When the work weeks through Put the raise of my pride in a little White House And my home in a hometown Yeah, with a home in a hometown From Letras Mania