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Runnin' Through That T Video (MV)




Performed By: Thomas Edwards
Language: English
Length: 3:44
Written by: Rusty Morrell, Thomas Edwards




Thomas Edwards - Runnin' Through That T Lyrics




I remember packin' up the truck late on Friday nights
Some kids dreamed in color, we dreamed in orange and white
Dad would wake us up at the crack of dawn
To get us out that door
Headed down to Knoxville with the pedal on the floor

Just to get to that ole parking spot
The same one every year
Lord memory after memory
All the times that I spent here

And when the Pride of the Southland starts to march back towards that north end
Of that sacred ground, that's home sweet home to me.
Sound as loud as thunder and like Moses parts the waters
The dream of every boy from Tennessee
Is Running through that T

Growin' up in that small town never dreamed it would be me.
Thought those Fridays night lights were the brightest I would see
Coming home from school, I saw a letter in the mail
That said that I'd might get a chance to step out on that field

All summer I'd call home and say mom they're killin' me
They got me runnin' stairs in Neyland in this July heat
She said just keep on moving when you think you've had enough
It ain't how many times you get knocked down, it's how many times you get back up

Cause when the Pride of the Southland starts to march back towards that north end
Of that sacred ground, that's home sweet home to me
Sound as loud as thunder and like Moses parts the waters
Mom and dad would you take a look at me
Running through that T

Today I'll give my all for Tennessee
I'm runnin' through that T
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I remember packin' up the truck late on Friday nights
Some kids dreamed in color, we dreamed in orange and white
Dad would wake us up at the crack of dawn
To get us out that door
Headed down to Knoxville with the pedal on the floor

Just to get to that ole parking spot
The same one every year
Lord memory after memory
All the times that I spent here

And when the Pride of the Southland starts to march back towards that north end
Of that sacred ground, that's home sweet home to me.
Sound as loud as thunder and like Moses parts the waters
The dream of every boy from Tennessee
Is Running through that T

Growin' up in that small town never dreamed it would be me.
Thought those Fridays night lights were the brightest I would see
Coming home from school, I saw a letter in the mail
That said that I'd might get a chance to step out on that field

All summer I'd call home and say mom they're killin' me
They got me runnin' stairs in Neyland in this July heat
She said just keep on moving when you think you've had enough
It ain't how many times you get knocked down, it's how many times you get back up

Cause when the Pride of the Southland starts to march back towards that north end
Of that sacred ground, that's home sweet home to me
Sound as loud as thunder and like Moses parts the waters
Mom and dad would you take a look at me
Running through that T

Today I'll give my all for Tennessee
I'm runnin' through that T
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Writer: Rusty Morrell, Thomas Edwards
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, THROUGH THE T PUBLISHING LLC


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