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Tuesday morning, quarter
Parked outside the house that used to be mine
I had just a little time to get my stuff
So I bowled my head to pray when I heard the pick up trucks
Here they come now

First came, Jenn rocking camp pants
She was fierce and pretty in her backward, baseball hat
Then came Kate she’s always looking great
But you kind of expect that because she’s peach state made

Didn’t know what back then
No doubt about it now
It’s like no place I’ve ever been
That’s what love looks like in the south
That’s what looks like in the south

Later on the porch when the fire flies were so pretty
Sometimes my glasses half full, but it was never empty
We only talked about the things that mattered
Like if the steaks were done or the weather yea yea

I’m not from here, but you’d never know
The minute I got here, they made me feel right at home
Now I just hope
They can forgive me
cause I didn’t change their names to protect the guilty