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Business man come to own this town

DEA started hanging around

Fine cocaine, it covered every street

For the next state counties, it’d come through me

Church every Sunday, a God-fearing man

Lord up above figured out my plan

Man with two kids and a third on the way’s

S’posed to get by punching eight hours every day

Run for the mountains and hide in the hills

Pack the kids and the wife in the automobile

Gas in the shop and the matches on the pit

Turn a thirty-year mortgage into smoldering bits

Some days I wanna tell the world

But I can’t tell a soul

It wouldn’t change a thing

And it wouldn’t bring you home

My boys look up to their daddy with pride

Take after me like I did mine

Got her smile but they got my eyes

Mouths like sailors and a fightin' side

Some days I wanna tell the world

But I can’t tell a soul

It wouldn’t change a thing

And it wouldn’t bring you home

Twenty-two miles due southeast

'Neath the shadow of a sixty-year-old oak tree

My first love sweet Savannah lies

Cold and blue on the dirt and dust

Can’t raise my boys behind concrete

From a payphone call twice a week

Some days I wanna tell the world

But I can’t tell a soul

It wouldn’t change a thing

And it wouldn’t bring you home

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