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Walked miles of dead end dirt road. 
Can't shake this feeling 
it won't leave me alone. 
The breeze laughing at me through the trees,  
Scent of long gone in the air.
Wisconsin born and raised, 
corn growing earth running through my veins. 
Stars burning holes through the night sky.
I thought I heard my mama call.

Somebody tell me 
Is there life beyond this town.
I've got a wantin', 
I'm sick and tired of hangin' around , 
Country living
somehow lost its charm,
I've grown restless 
with life down on the farm,
I need 
to feel this town behind me
I need 
to go where they can't find me, 

The grass is greener,
but here I'm color blind, 
I had a  calling  
The wind sang my name on a summer's night.
I'm not burning Bridges
I'll always call this place my home
I'm just needin'
to strike out on my own
I need 
to dream without a reason
I need 
to be the one I pleasing

I sowed these fields
but I never planted roots
This farm's my daddy's dream
I've got gettin' in my boots.
Time to catch up with my future
Can't let another day slip by. Packed a smile in my pocket
Won't leave a memory behind
I need 
to know if there's an answer
I need 
to taste the sound of laughter.

I thought I heard my mama call.

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