Where I call home

by AMBER   Feb 2, 2009


It's a place where no matter what I do I'm always forgiven.
I might not of grown up with much but my life is worth livin'.
You may look at me and think differently about I am or the way I talk.
But all the support I get and have earned from family and friends can not be bought.
I have everything I need and could possibley drea of at all.
Cus my friends are there no matter when I call.
To you it may not sound like much of anything.
To me it's where I call home and it means everything.
I may be different from you in more ways then one.
But I'll tell you this it's where being myself sure is fun.
It's a place I never feel like I have nothing.
Cus it's where I have my whole life at and it means something.
It's not a place where you need money to be happy or even fancy things.
It's called the country huney where I was born and raised with all the happiness it brings.
It's where the truck's a chevy and wearing wranglers and boots is cool.
And most importantly it's the best of life no matter what that means to you.

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