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• Artiste: S.G. Goodman
• Titre: Snapping Turtle
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When you're a farm kid in a small town you drive before the legal age And I won't forget that day When I drove up on some low down kids They were all huddled around A poor snapping turtle Taking turns with a stick They were beating the hell out of it So I asked if I could take a lick When I raised my hand I brought down the wrath of god himself Beat those kids til they were crying out for help I couldn't help myself Then threw the turtle in the truck Ooo that small town is whеre my mind gets stuck LeAnn, thoughts go back again to LеAnna Eighteen became a mother LeAnn, thoughts go back again to LeAnna Already raised her little brother I recall a train ride, through the countryside, in the south of France Young, poor, and weighing my circumstance And where I couldn't play God LeAnn once spent a summer in Paris Paris, Tennessee The only Paris LeAnn would ever meet We talked about it all on a bleacher seat When we were back in county school I grew up hard on bottom land where only crops should grow Watched people reap what the demons sowed And I take it with me everywhere And I've been told I can come off hard, hard as the world I've known Walking around with my spirit broke Surprised to see love every now and then Told to pray for forgiveness Oh and to pray for grace Not after seeing LeAnna's face A life beat down like that snapping turtle day God could have thought up a better way To teach me just how small I am To teach me the other side of luck Ooo Small town is where my mind gets stuck Ooo Small town is where my mind gets stuck Ooo Small town is where my mind gets stuck Ooo Small town is where my mind gets stuck Ooo Small town is where my mind gets stuck