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The Only Place That I Call Home
by Justin Moore



Well I was baptized at the Baptist church
And my old man taught me 'bout a hard day's work
I learned how to love, learned how to fight
It's where we keep our cash in a dresser drawer
Underneath the forty-four
And if we do you wrong we damn sure make it right

[Chorus:]
It's the only place that I call home
No matter where in this country I might roam
It's where the corn grows tall and the moonshine still flows
It's the only place that I call home

Your word is good on a handshake
Preacher still talks about a judgment day
People gonna stop when a funeral passes by
We say "yes sir" and say "yes ma'am"
Answer the call from Uncle Sam
Hit a bully in the nose if he crosses the line

[Chorus:]
It's the only place that I call home
No matter where in this country I might roam
It's where the corn grows tall and the moonshine still flows
It's the only place that I call home

My roots are buried deep here in this little town
And one of these days it's where they'll put me in the ground

[Chorus:]
It's the only place that I call home
No matter where in this country I might roam
It's where the corn grows tall and the moonshine still flows
It's the only place that I call home

It's the only place that I call home yeah
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