| I know something you don’t know
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| You gon' make it on your own
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| I know something you don’t know
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| You gon' make it on your own
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| You gotta just keep your head up, gotta keep your head up
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| Keep your head up, gotta keep your head up
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| Keep your head up, gotta keep your head up
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| Keep your head up, gotta keep your head up
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| The message read
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| «Dear Mr. Smo, I’m your biggest fan
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| I was introduced to your music by my best friend
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| Who told me if you dig hip hop mixed with a little country
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| That this would definitely rock
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| So track after track I fell right in
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| And your YouTube videos, I gave them a spin
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| And I must say I was really impressed
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| You got a lot of talent and you really are blessed
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| I was born in the city, never been to a farm
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| But your words made me feel like I’m right in your yard
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| On them 32 acres with a hundred head of cow
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| Hanging by the barn, I could hear them sounds
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| Of the bullfrogs singing, dinner bell ringing
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| Jacked up trucks of your kinfolk ringing
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| Pabst Blue Ribbon, but what’s Cedar Pine?
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| I’m not quite sure but it does sound fine
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| I started following you on your social feeds
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| And I see that you help out your fans in need
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| So I’m giving this one good shot
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| And I hope that it’s you that checks your inbox
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| I was diagnosed with cancer and it’s getting hard
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| Don’t go to school anymore but I’ve been praying to God
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| While taking chemo with my headphones on
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| Blocking out the pain with the words in your songs
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| Now I’m taking my sickness down a bumpy road
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| And I’m working to fight off this last back hoe
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| And „My life in a jar“ really touched my heart
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| Feels like I know and we’re from the same part
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| Of the stix that you love, that home sweet home
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| Oh, how I wish I really could go
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| So, Big Smo, my question is
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| Will I ever get to meet you and all of your kids?
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| Smell mama’s quick chicken, ask her for more
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| It would be my biggest dream and so much more
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| My parents say you’re busy out on tour this year
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| So if you come through my city I hope I’m still here
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| Either way you have changed my life
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| And you been a big help while I fought this fight
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| And I want you to know you’re a heck of a man
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| Sincerely kinfolk, your number 1 fan»
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| I know something you don’t know
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| You gon' make it on your own
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| I know something you don’t know
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| You gon' make it on your own
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| You gotta just keep your head up, gotta keep your head up
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| Keep your head up, gotta keep your head up
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| Keep your head up, gotta keep your head up
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| Keep your head up, gotta keep your head up
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| What up little kinfolk, this your big homie
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| I was reading through my messages and saw what you wrote me
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| And I gotta be honest, this caught me off guard
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| I get a lot of feedback but nothing this hard
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| First I wanna thank your friend that shared my tunes
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| Tell him he’s the reason why I still do what I do
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| And it means the world to me when the music breaks through
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| And finds an open mind which brings me to you
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| I see you’re not a country boy and you live in a city
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| Never been on a farm or shopped at the Piggly Wiggly
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| But that don’t mean that you ain’t country at heart
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| There’s more to being country than just living on a farm
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| Sounds to me like you got it buried deep inside
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| And underneath it all you got a lot of southern pride
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| Why else would you wish to come hang with some cows
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| Hit them old back roads, getting rowdy and loud
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| You’ve been studying the lifestyle of what it’s all about
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| Soaking up the sounds and the smells of the south
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| You know them 32 acres where we like to ride
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| When my folks come over and we kick it outside
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| By the way thanks for asking, my kids are doing fine
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| We just stay with my mom, quick chicken peach pie
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| They can’t wait to meet you and hang at the pond
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| Laughing and fishing while singing my songs
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| They love bumpy road and working by far
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| They were just little girls when I wrote «My life in a jar»
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| And I don’t know how to say this 'cause it breaks my heart
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| To hear about you being sick man it tears me apart
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| You’re way too young to have to fight this fight
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| And I’ll bring a whole army to be by your side
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| Hit my knees and pray to God before bed every night
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| That you win your battle with the cancer inside
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| So just know little homie you ain’t fighting alone
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| If I don’t come to your city then I’ll bring you to my home
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| Because dreams come true, we’re the proof for that
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| Keep your head up kinfolk, please holler back
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| I know something you don’t know
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| You gon' make it on your own
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| I know something you don’t know
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| You gon' make it on your own
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| You gotta just keep your head up, gotta keep your head up
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| Keep your head up, gotta keep your head up
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| Keep your head up, gotta keep your head up
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| Keep your head up, gotta keep your head up |