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Brett Westgrove
                                                   Brett Westgrove






































            I was countin’ down the days, till I turned 18     Like front porch nights out at momma’s house
                     Had the truck loaded down,                     Hangin’ at the lake after sneakin’ out
                      swore I was gonna leave                          Bullet holes in a highway sign
             I drove for miles, when it crossed my mind            Down by the quarry at the county line
              That where I’m headed may not be worth               Cruisin’ the strip just one more round
                         what I leave behind                        Pickin’ up the girls, and making out
                                                                  Counting stars from that run down dock
                Further I got the more I thought it out             Tailgates down at the old quick stop
                    Got as far as Baker’s bridge,                      You may think it’s just a piece
                         and I turned around                                 of nowhere ground
               Headed back to that somewhere town                     But to me it’s a somewhere town

                    Where it’s front porch nights                 We all have that place the we call home
                       out at momma’s house                      It’s where we’ll see our final sun go down
                Hangin’ at the lake after sneakin’ out
                    Bullet holes in a highway sign                      Where it's front porch nights
               Down by the quarry at the county line                       out at momma’s house
               Cruisin’ the strip just one more round               Hangin’ at the lake after sneakin’ out
                 Pickin’ up the girls, and making out                  Bullet holes in a highway sign
              Counting stars from that run down dock               Down by the quarry at the county line
              Tailgates dropopin' at the old quick stop            Cruisin’ the strip just one more round
                    You may think it’s just a piece                 Pickin’ up the girls, and making out
                         of nowhere ground                        Counting stars from that run down dock
                  But to me it’s a somewhere town                   Tailgates down at the old quick stop
                                                                       You may think it’s just a piece
              Spent some time out on the coast, at 23                        of nowhere ground
              Strummed my guitar, down in Tennessee                  And if you’re every looking for me
              Worked a rig in Texas for awhile last year                 it’s right where I’ll be found
                         But to tell the truth                          Here in this somewhere town
                   I couldn’t wait to get back here                   Yeah I love this somewhere town


            I’ve seen all the places that I dreamed about
                     But none of them made me                               Click here to listen....
                         want to stick around



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