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Lyrics by：Bobby Pinson/Jeremy Bussey/Taylor Phillips

Composed by：Bobby Pinson/Jeremy Bussey/Taylor Phillips

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Early in the morning wakin' that sun

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Fillin' that coffee crankin' that tractor

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Prayin' it rains down on the devil's dust

Them rows come poppin'

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In the sky there's a guy

Lookin' down on us

Lookin' up

Our whole life raised up right

In a town nobody knows

What a way to grow

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Rollin' 'round town in a hand me down old pickup

Pullin' in the driveway pickin' that pretty thang

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Just layin' low where heaven and a dirt road touch

Holdin' a cold one

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In the sky there's a guy

Lookin' down on us

Lookin' up

Our whole life raised up right

In a town nobody knows

What a way to grow

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On a Sunday pond bank tearin' that crank bait

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Livin' for a Friday runnin' that scoreboard

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Keepin' that faith waitin' on the day He calls us

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In the sky there's a guy

Lookin' down on us

Lookin' up

Our whole life raised up right

In a town nobody knows

What a way to grow

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