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Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeCornbread
A box of cornbreadSticking to the panCornbread in a cast ironMama's fried chicken cooking over a campfireLittle brothers throwing mud clods in their brother's eyesThat country truth, it don't know how to lieBest bed you ever laid inLike the best motel you ever stayed inTwo youngins in the hay making outAnd that's all you need to know'Cause 'round home, things move a little slowerWe say, "Yes, ma'am, " and we say, "No, sir. "A real man, he opens up the doorFor any girl, even if he don't know herAround here, you takin' up for your brotherEven when you know he ain't in the right'Round here, you're coming in like a redneck motherHeadfirst, swinging haymakers left and rightWell, that's all you need to know'Cause 'round home, things move a little slowerWe say, "Yes, ma'am, " and we say, "No, sir. "A real man, he opens up the doorFor any girl, even if he don't know herThe flag's flying on the front porchFlies flying headfirst into the screen doorIf you need a ride, keys are in the floorboardUnless you can't work the clutch on an old FordWell, that's all you need to know'Cause 'round home, things move a little slowerWe say, "Yes, ma'am, " and we say, "No, sir. "A real man, he opens up the doorFor any girl, even if he don't know herWhen your only map is a sky full of starsThere ain't nothing like fishing in the dark'Cause 'round home, things move a little slowerWe say, "Yes, ma'am, " and we say, "No, sir. "A real man, he opens up the doorFor any girl, even if he don't know herYeah, hand me another slice of that cornbread, woo
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