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Momma put a Bible in my glove box
A hot homemade apple pie on the passenger seat
She said you
And she planted a kiss and a couple tears on my cheek
Dad slipped me some travelin
Threw a map with a highlighted route on the dash
And I realize, as I look back, that
They weren
They weren
They were just making sure that I
Don
Go out there and do your family proud son
Momma loved and Daddy worked
And lived their lives just to make sure I know
My way back home
I can still smell Momma
And feel every single prayer she says for me
I can point these wheels towards that sunset
Without a fear, without a doubt, Daddy says,
I left behind a pie-crumb trail
Just in case I get lost, fall flat or fail
And if the wind should leave my sail
(Repeat Chorus)
To that door that
And that light that
To the love that
After being gone too long
They weren
They weren
They were just making sure that I
Don
Go out there and do your family proud son
Momma loved and Daddy worked
And lived their lives just to make sure I know
I always know, I always know
My way back home
My way back home
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