| Underneath the shade tree |
| Are the roots that shaped me |
| In the backyard of the farm town that raised me |
| I carved my name in it |
| Hid out from the rain in it |
| I learned to love this life the good Lord gave me |
| Underneath the shade tree |
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| Saved the world a time or 2 |
| Just through conversation |
| Got my long neck and a long cut |
| Wintergreen education |
| Skinned my first buck, had a first fight |
| Kissed a first love bout a million times |
| Living that bare feet, honeysuckle sweet best life |
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| Underneath the shade tree |
| Are the roots that shaped me |
| In the backyard of the farm town that raised me |
| I carved my name in it |
| Hid out from the rain in it |
| I learned to love this life the good Lord gave me |
| Underneath the shade tree |
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| Daddy cried when our lab died |
| I helped him dig the hole |
| I learned to throw a 4 seam fastball |
| Through a Goodyear on a rope |
| I was Peyton Manning |
| I was Chipper Jones |
| It was 3 and 2 |
| It was 4th and 1 |
| Where momma sipped her sweet iced tea |
| Hiding from the summer sun |
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| Underneath the shade tree |
| Are the roots that shaped me |
| In the backyard of the farm town that raised me |
| I carved my name in it |
| Hid out from the rain in it |
| I learned to love this life the good Lord gave me |
| Underneath the shade tree |
| Underneath the shade tree |
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| When my ticket's punched, my days are done |
| And he says, son, good work |
| Y'all stand around, throw your roses down |
| And cover me in dirt |
| Underneath the shade tree |
| You know where to lay me |
| Underneath the shade tree |
| Underneath the shade tree |
| Underneath the shade tree |
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