| I drop by to check on momma
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| For a minute
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| I could hear her hummin'
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| Through the screen door in the kitchen
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| She was puttin' the final touches on a
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| Homemade apple pie
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| And just like always, I was
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| Right on time
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| A little game of guess who
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| And I got a hug and «How is my baby?»
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| I said
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| You know me momma, I’ve been hittin' it hard
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| And runnin' like crazy
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| But I don’t wanna bore you with that
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| Same old nothin’s new
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| I’d rather just pull up this chair and get
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| Caught up on you
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| Ain’t it funny how it all comes back around?
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| I remember when I couldn’t wait
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| To get out of her hair and ditch this town
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| I was 18, time to move on
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| Now it’s any reason to come back home
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| That’s what it’s all about
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| Yeah, just slowin' down
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| And get my feet back on the ground
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| That minute turned into an hour
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| Before I knew it
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| I got my fill on pie and how everbody’s doin'
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| I used to look for every reason in the world
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| To hit that door, and she said
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| You want another cup of coffee, and I said
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| Yeah I’ll have one more
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| Ain’t it funny how it all comes back around?
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| I remember when I couldn’t wait
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| To get out of her hair and ditch this town
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| I was 18, time to move on
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| Now it’s any reason to come back home
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| That’s what it’s all about
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| Yeah, just slowin' down
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| And get my feet back on the ground
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| Ain’t it funny how it all comes back around?
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| I remember when I couldn’t wait
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| To get out of her hair and ditch this town
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| Now I, can’t go too many days without
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| Checkin' in, just touchin' base
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| That’s what it’s all about
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| Yeah, just slowin' down
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| I drop by to check on momma
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| For a minute |