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I still love the smell of mamas house
When somethings cookin on the stove
Still hug her neck when its time to go
Leavins always tough
Oh, therere some things you dont grow out of
I made a name here in this town
With my right arm underneath the lights
And the trophies take me back to those Friday nights
I cant bring myself to box em up
Yeah, therere some things you dont grow out of
Like your mamas love, your biggest dream
That little town you had to leave
And all of those sweet memories
Of growing up wild and free
The Sunday morning, ringing bells
The preachers words, the way it felt
And to this day I get my help from up above
Yeah, therere some things you dont grow out of
Im older now and Ive seen some things
Learned that life can sure be mean
But I try not to let the world rub off on me
I remember where I come from
Cause therere some things you dont grow out of
Like the lessons learned from the time you spent
With your grandpa, just you and him
The innocence of another time
I still go back there in my mind
To Sunday morning, ringing bells
The preachers words, the way it felt
And to this day I get my help from up above
Yeah, therere some things you dont grow out of
Yeah, therere some things you dont grow out of
Like your mamas love, your biggest dream
That little town you had to leave
And all of those sweet memories
Of growing up wild and free
And Sunday morning, ringing bells
The preachers words, the way it felt
And to this day I get my help from up above
Oh, therere some things
Yes, therere some things you dont grow out of
Yeah, therere some things you dont grow out of
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