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Big Kenny The Quiet Times Of A Rock And Roll Farmboy

Had a rusty hot rod on a country road And a John Deer tractor with a radio Just a long haired farm boy with jukebox dreams Hit the town on weekends just

through the waters My soul is coming clean I?ve held my breath forever But now it?s time to breathe There?s nothing like forgiveness To resurrect a

it ring, I know it wont change a thing, Cause either way, I'm ganna lose And I don't wanna be the one to leave, And I don't wanna be the one to fall apart, And