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Country Bob moved halfway around the world to get away Woke up in the very same shoes and knew he couldn’t stay Now he spends his time looking for the truth inside his head Country Bob better find his heart ‘fore it’s all dead Country Bob made a friend, made a friend and he held him to his side Pledge allegiance to the cause and keep everybody high Then the waves got all mixed up and he had to leave again Hit the road to find himself another friend, another friend Run away all alone to the outside But the way to get home is on the inside Country Bob has got a secret box inside his soul Keeps it under lock and key, ‘cause you never know Country Bob is running a little slower every day Cause he spends all his time learning how to make a gun rack made out of Deer hooves (I write a column for the local newspaper, where people write and ask me all their deer questions Dear Hooves, deer hooves, how do you remove a deer hoof? Behave, behoove, a bee hive, a paved road Country Bob froze like a deer in the headlights, Country Bob He wanted to run but it seemed kind of risky Think with your head, not the bottle of whisky Country Bob) Run away all alone to the outside But the way to get home is on the inside |