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- Jim Gaffney: Mm. If being born could be a sin, and I'm guilty of being me. I walk their roads and learn their signs, still never knew which road was mine. Took my peace and gave me doubt. But I never blame their kind. My soul's torn between two places, between two sides of the county line. I learned their roads, I learned their roads. Learn the words I was supposed to say, but every time I cross that sign, I left a little more of me behind. I spend my life on the county line. Your side of the road, then back to mine. Learn how to talk, learn how to smile, how to be somebody else for a while. Don't matter none which side I'm on. There's part of me just don't belong. You got your way, I got mine. I was born on the county line. I learned to hear what wasn’t said Heard the music most others missed, lost track of time playing this game. A world of doubt behind the pain. Got pretty good at passing through. Folks I passed, they never knew. I paid a toll with that heart of mine. Each time I crossed the county line. There's a road I know by memory, who they want and who I. I’ve spent my life on the county line, Your need to be with every mile I leave behind. They bring me back to the county line. I’ve spent my life on the county line Your side of the road, then back to mine. Learn how to talk, learn how to smile, how to be somebody else for a while. Don't matter none which side I'm on. There's part of me just don't belong. You got your way, and I got mine, cause I was born. Maybe they're ROO Worth a fight. What's hell for song for me is home. This land I know. Where peace is mine? Side of the road and back to mine. I learned how to talk, learned how to smile, but I found my own way. Which side I'm on. your way and I got mine County line.