Edgerton
Edgerton is where i grew up
When life seemed a little rough
My family is down there
And i have friends here and there
I moved away
In kind of a good way
I still go down there
To see my mom who i love dear
Edgerton will always be home
Until my name is carved in stone
Copyright © Eve Anderson | Year Posted 2008
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