Born & Raised

I come from a little town–born and raised
Just a couple miles across the state line from Mississippi
We didn’t have much of anything, but we always seemed
So wealthy, and I still remember what Momma used to say to me

“Boy, money just don’t grow on trees; it takes tired and aching knees,
And there’s nothing like a hard day’s work
And if you want to get somewhere, well, you’ve gotta go, but you can’t be scared
Win or lose, we’re waiting here for you back in the little town”

So, I left the little town; took the car and guitar
And left the rest behind as I headed for the highway
I kept on ’til the city lights took away all the stars
Up in the sky, and somewhere, I could still hear Momma say

“Boy, money just don’t grow on trees; it takes tired and aching,
And there’s nothing like a hard day’s work
And if you want to get somewhere, well, you’ve gotta go, but you can’t be scared
Win or lose, we’re waiting here for you back in the little town”

It’s crazy how the time just disappears
All those hours and days and months turn into years
And when a million miles takes me away
If I just listen I can still hear Momma say

“Boy, money just don’t grow on trees; it takes tired and aching knees,
And there’s nothing like a hard day’s work
But if you want to get somewhere, well, you’ve gotta go, but you can’t be scared
Win or lose, we’re waiting here for you back in the little town”

I come from a little town–born and raised
Just a couple miles across the state line from Mississippi
________

(Appears on Born & Raised)
Music & Lyrics by Jeremiah Clark
Copyright 2014 Fifth and Madison Publishing, ASCAP.

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