the mockingbird & THE CROW

I grew up in a little town named after another
 Catchin' bass and cuttin' grass was how I spent my summers
 I know it sounds cliché, but it's how I was raised
 And I got my first guitar from a pawn shop off of Poplar
 Picked up "Sweet Home Alabama" and "Smoke On The Water"
 And that's what got me out
 It's crazy thinkin' now
 I'm a mockingbird
 Singin' songs that sound like other songs you've heard
 Like Friday nights and headlights on some backroad red dirt
 And how Mississippi's home
 I've always been a mockingbird, but now I'm a mockingbird with a microphone, yeah
 I found myself a contract down on Sixteenth Avenue
 Writing songs for anyone about anything I knew
 And I've come a long long way
 But one thing hasn't changed
 I'm a mockingbird
 Singing songs that sound like other songs you've heard
 Like Friday nights and headlights on some backroad red dirt
 And how Mississippi's homе
 I've always been a mockingbird, but now I'm a mockingbird with a microphone, hmm
 A mockingbird with a microphone
 Ooh, with a microphonе, with a microphone, with a microphone
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 Do this, do that
 That shirt, this hat
 Don't forget to smile
 Kiss the ring once in a while
 Don't say those words
 Put down your finger
 Throw in a slow love song or two
 Well, fuck that, and fuck you 'cause
 The way I sing may not be pretty
 May not be music to your ears
 But when these wings roll through your city
 My last name is all you hear
 And I refuse to be another
 Mockingbird with a microphone
 I'll fly the line I choose to, brother
 Even if that makes me the crow, the crow, the crow
 Even if that makes me the crow, the crow, the crow, the crow
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 Well, do that, do this
 Unclench your fist
 You're too loud, you're too proud, it won't work
 Well, tell that to 25 thousand rednecks with my dumb face on their T-shirt
 The way I sing may not be pretty
 May not be music to your ears
 But when these wings roll through your city
 My last name is all you hear
 And I refuse to be another
 Mockingbird with a microphone
 I'll fly the line I choose to, brother
 Even if that makes me the crow, the crow, the crow
 Even if that makes me the crow, the crow, the crow, the crow
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 I'm a mockingbird
 Singing songs that sound like other songs you've heard
 Like Friday nights and headlights on some backroad red dirt
 And how Mississippi's home
 I've always been a mockingbird, but now I'm a mockingbird and I'm the crow