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Oh Mr. Jackson cuts his grass after church on his tractor only after listening to the country countdown He remembers all the 3 court sessions, giving lessons, never guessing, we go from dive bars to sold out He just smiles, can’t help but grin when he turns that dial on the FM Here’s an old friend, he can’t believe it Ain’t that what it’s all about, what it’s all about, yeah
All I wanna do is make my hometown proud Make them turn it up loud, roll them windows down All I wanna do is make my hometown proud Gonna give them that sound, everybody’s talking about We still that same old, same old southern boys Still got that same old, same old southern voice We’re singing now All I wanna do is make my hometown proud Make my hometown proud, make my hometown proud
All the whining through the years, all the grinding of the gears, all the passion and the tears, man it paid off All the places that we see, all the people that we meet, it still feels like a dream that we’re living off It ain’t the laughs and fame, it ain’t the smoking flame It’s that sweet artist smile on my mama’s face
All I wanna do is make my hometown proud Make them turn it up loud, roll them windows down All I wanna do is make my hometown proud Gonna give them that sound, everybody’s talking about We still that same old, same old southern boys Still got that same old, same old southern voice We’re singing now All I wanna do is make my hometown proud Make my hometown proud, make my hometown proud
In every song, every way In every move I’ve ever made That’s right, North West Georgia, where you all at? In every song, every way In every move I’ve ever made Chanukah, Tennessee, turn it up Come on
All I wanna do is make my hometown proud Make them turn it up loud, roll them windows down All I wanna do is make my hometown proud Gonna give them that sound, everybody’s talking about We still that same old, same old southern boys Still got that same old, same old southern voice We’re singing now All I wanna do is make my hometown proud Make my hometown proud, make my hometown proud
Oh Mr. Jackson cuts his grass after church on his tractor only after listening to the country countdown