Route 3 Box 250 D

Intro: Verse: I'd like to say it was perfect Growing up was a fairytale But Hollywood don't make no movies About a house up on wheels down a dirt road, Mississippi Tucked back in the trees Route 3 Box 250 Verse: Well the man my mama married Had a mean streak in his blood And when he took to drinking He'd take it out on us And I could hear my mama crying That made it hard to sleep Route 3 Box 250 That's where I became a man Long before my time And since I left I ain't been back But I go back in my mind Verse: Thank God for Buford Bailey He had a pond he'd let me fish That's where I'd run off to Every chance I'd get And I would pray that God was listening And He'd come rescue me Route 3 Box 250 (Bridge) Then one day, my uncle pulled up in a pickup truck Loaded up everything Wasn't much but it was everything I'd like to say it was perfect Growing up was a fairytale But Hollywood don't make no movies About a house up on wheels down a dirt road, Mississippi Thats what made me "me" Route 3 Box 250