Intro: (x2) verse 1 How do you turn a scholarship down, Tear up a ticket, already punched, And watch a dream die? Who's gonna tell me how To face Daddy And watch Momma cry? Have I thrown my future away? Played my last football game? It all seems so strange That in just one night Your whole life can change. Wish this old John Deere had wings And this cotton row was an airstrip (quick hit) Way outta here. Wish this high noon Georgia sun Could melt what's been done Make it disappear. If I could leave, I'd be gone, But that's just one more thing done wrong By this small town favorite son. verse 2 By fall they're all gonna know Our little secret My baby holds inside. By then she'll be startin' to show, And I'll be the husband To a shotgun bride. I already miss that sound The marching bands and the cheering crowds. Stuck here in this red dirt ground Knowin' I, I let everybody down. Wish this old John Deere had wings And this cotton row was an airstrip (quick hit) Way outta here. Wish this high noon Georgia sun Could melt what's been done Make it disappear. If I could leave, I'd be gone, But that's just one more thing done wrong By this small town favorite son. Outro This high noon Georgia sun Can't melt what's been done. Girl, I be right here I don't know much about life But I know what's right N.C. For this small town favorite son.