His ol' man was a rebel yeller,
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Bad boy to the bone, he'd say,
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Can't trust that other feller,
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He'd judge em’ by the tone of their skin,
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He was raised to think like his dad,
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Narrow mind full of hate,
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On the road to no where fast,
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Til’ the grace of God got in the way,
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And he saw the light,
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And hit his knees with pride and said a prayer,
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Rose up a brand new man,
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and left the old one right there,
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Chorus:
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Here’s to the strong,
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Thanks to the brave,
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Don’t give up hope,
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Some people change,
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Against all odds,
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Against the grain,
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Love finds a way,
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Some people change.
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She was born with her mother’s habit,
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You could say it’s in her blood,
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She hates that she’s got to have it,
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As she fills her glass up,
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She’d love to kill that bottle,
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But all she can think about,
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Is a better life, a second chance,
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And everyone she’s letting down,
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She throws that bottle down,
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Chorus:
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Here’s to the strong,
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Thanks to the brave,
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Don’t give up hope,
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Some people change,
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Against all odds,
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Against the grain,
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Love finds a way,
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Some people change.
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Thank God for those who make it,
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Let them be the liiiiiiight,
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Let them be the light,
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Some people change,
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Chorus:
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Here’s to the strong,
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Thanks to the brave,
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Don’t give up hope,
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Some people change,
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Against all odds,
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Against the grain,
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Love finds a way,
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Some people change.
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Some people change.
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Some People Change
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| Montgomery Gentry |
