The Sun Sets Low,
And the Stars Shine Bright.
You Either Lived on a Farm,
Or Wish You Did.
Jesus Always Walked Close by Our Side.
Where I grew Up, We Rode In Trucks.
That's Us,
Haulin' Hay in the Field With The Radio On.
And That's Us,
Headin' Straight Into Town When The Work Was Done.
With Our Tailgates Down in the Parkin' Lot,
With Mud on the Tires When It Rained A Lot.
Where I Grew Up, We Rode In Trucks.
-Luke Bryan
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| Grain Bins |
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| Handprints to last a lifetime |
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| The Barn |
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