Текст песни Route 3 Box 250 D - Randy Houser
I′d
like
to
say
it
was
perfect
Growing
up
was
a
fairytale
But
Hollywood
don't
make
no
movies
About
a
house
up
on
wheels
down
a
dirt
road,
Mississippi
Tucked
back
in
the
trees
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Well
the
man
my
mama
married
Had
a
mean
streak
in
his
blood
And
when
he
took
to
drinking
He′d
take
it
out
on
us
And
I
could
hear
my
mama
crying
That
made
it
hard
to
sleep
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That's
where
I
became
a
man
Long
before
my
time
And
since
I
left
I
ain't
been
back
But
I
go
back
in
my
mind
Thank
God
for
Buford
Bailey
He
had
a
pond
he′d
let
me
fish
That′s
where
I'd
run
off
to
Every
chance
I′d
get
And
I
would
pray
that
God
was
listening
And
He'd
come
rescue
me
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Then
one
day,
my
uncle
pulled
up
in
a
pickup
truck
Loaded
up
everything
Wasn′t
much
but
it
was
everything
I'd
like
to
say
it
was
perfect
That
growing
up
was
a
fairytale
But
Hollywood
don′t
make
no
movies
About
a
house
up
on
wheels
down
a
dirt
road,
Mississippi
But
that's
what
made
me
leave
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