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Waking up to the rooster crow
Dirt road dust on my old truck
Fields stretch out far as the eye can go
Living simple where the wild things run (yeah)
Out here in the sticks we got room to breathe
Stars so bright no city lights to steal the show
Trucks and trails and that old oak tree This is home where
the heart stays low
(ooh yeah)
Bonfire nights with the crickets singing Neighbors wave from their front porch
swing
Hunting season and the harvest king Freedom rings in the backwood ring (haha)
Out here in the sticks we got room to breathe
Stars so bright no city lights to steal the show
Trucks and trails and that old oak tree This is home where
the heart stays low (ooh yeah)
Sometimes the mud gets deep
But we roll right through
Out here in the sticks we got room to breathe
Stars so bright no city lights to steal the show
Trucks and trails and that old oak tree This is home where
the heart stays low (yeah)