Tried leavin' where I come from,But I'm always gonna go backI tried sippin' on the champagne,But it's always gonna be JackThere's things I can't change, like how I was raisedThe Bible in my blood,And the 'Bama in my veinsAin't a pink bouquet in the flower storeI'm okay if I'm a little moreDandelionBorn to live free, ridin' on a breezeOn a summer nightTucked back in the weeds, guess that's just meIn a bed of red roses,I'm the one growin' up on the wilder sideSo if you're tired of thorns,I'm a littlе moreDandelionNo stranger to a dirt roadOr a country muddy rivеr bankIf you're pickin' me, you oughta knowI wasn't made for a fancy crystal vaseA mason jar and old blue jeans,From my roots to my boots, I'll always beA dandelionBorn to live free, ridin' on a breezeOn a summer nightTucked back in the weeds, guess that's just meIn a bed of red roses,I'm the one growin' up on the wilder sideSo if you're tired of thorns,I'm a little moreDandelionOh-oh-oh, DandelionBeen a little overlooked all my lifeBut if you know where to lookIt sounds like you might likeA dandelionBorn to live free, ridin' on a breezeOn a summer nightTucked back in the weeds, guess that's just meIn a bed of red roses,I'm the one growin' up on the wilder sideSo if you're tired of thorns,I'm a little moreDandelionWhoa, dandelionOh-oh-oh, dandelion. mmmDandelion, uhBeen a little overlooked, yeah, all my lifeWell, 'least I made you look maybe once or twiceMmm, dandelion
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Tried leavin' where I come from,
But I'm always gonna go back
I tried sippin' on the champagne,
But it's always gonna be Jack
There's things I can't change, like how I was raised
The Bible in my blood,
And the 'Bama in my veins
Ain't a pink bouquet in the flower store
I'm okay if I'm a little more
Dandelion
Born to live free, ridin' on a breeze
On a summer night
Tucked back in the weeds, guess that's just me
In a bed of red roses,
I'm the one growin' up on the wilder side
So if you're tired of thorns,
I'm a littlе more
Dandelion
No stranger to a dirt road
Or a country muddy rivеr bank
If you're pickin' me, you oughta know
I wasn't made for a fancy crystal vase
A mason jar and old blue jeans,
From my roots to my boots, I'll always be
A dandelion
Born to live free, ridin' on a breeze
On a summer night
Tucked back in the weeds, guess that's just me
In a bed of red roses,
I'm the one growin' up on the wilder side
So if you're tired of thorns,
I'm a little more
Dandelion
Oh-oh-oh, Dandelion
Been a little overlooked all my life
But if you know where to look
It sounds like you might like
A dandelion
Born to live free, ridin' on a breeze
On a summer night
Tucked back in the weeds, guess that's just me
In a bed of red roses,
I'm the one growin' up on the wilder side
So if you're tired of thorns,
I'm a little more
Dandelion
Whoa, dandelion
Oh-oh-oh, dandelion. mmm
Dandelion, uh
Been a little overlooked, yeah, all my life
Well, 'least I made you look maybe once or twice
Mmm, dandelion
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