When I couldn't find the words I played her some Whitley
Sometimes it's better When you say nothing at all
When I couldn't find myself I turned on some Otis
'Cause ain't nothing like Dock of the Bay To get me back where I belong
* If you wanna know me You gotta know what's in my soul
A little Bakersfield and Memphis And a whole lotta Muscle Shoals
Take some country soul rock and roll And mix 'em all together
Yeah, I'm what you get When you're raised on a stack of records
Learned about the law From Waylon and the Duke Boys
I learned how to dance On a kitchen hardwood floor
I learned a lot about leaving On a midnight train to Georgia
And thank God for Main Street Drags With them dusty old record stores
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Every kid has a hero Lord knows I had mine
So picking up this guitar Just made perfect sense
Well, I hope my music moves you As I stand up here tonight
I hope your road goes on forever And your party never ends
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Oh, I'm what you get When you're raised on a stack of records