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Map Dots And Backyards | Inspirational Country-Pop

"Map Dots And Backyards" We were kings of a two-block world, Me and Tommy and Jenny Pearl. Bikes laid down in the summer grass, Swore those days would always last. Fireflies in a mason jar, Counting trucks from the water tower far. Every dream fit a paper plane, Every street had a nickname. We didn’t know we were growing fast, Thought forever was built to last. In a town too small to lie, Under one wide Midwest sky. Map dots and backyards, Baseball gloves and old cars. First hello and last goodbyes, July moons and freckled skies. We were wild but we were free, Learning who we’d someday be. Map dots and backyards, That little town still owns my heart. Mrs. Carter at the corner store, Knew our names before we hit the door. Nickels for a cherry Coke, Front porch telling dirty jokes. Friday lights on the football field, Holding hands just to feel how it feels. Radio singing “Don’t grow up,” We didn’t know it was catching us. Some moved on, some stayed put, Some got lost in what they took. But every road I’ve ever known, Starts and ends where I was grown. Map dots and backyards, Baseball gloves and old cars. First hello and last goodbyes, July moons and freckled skies. We were wild but we were free, Learning who we’d someday be. Map dots and backyards, That little town still owns my heart. If I close my eyes I’m there again, Barefoot kids and best-of friends. Nothing heavy, nothing hard, Just open fields and open hearts. Map dots and backyards, Baseball gloves and old cars. First hello and last goodbyes, July moons and freckled skies. We were wild but we were free, Learning who we’d someday be. Map dots and backyards, Yeah those backyards made my heart… Made my heart. _______________________________ Produced by Almir Almeida