Home To Me

Beat up Nikes on a front porch
Cornrows running where the corn grows
Hardware store for a cup of bait
Home and scale the brim ya caught that day
4 wheelers riding, kicking up mud
Or on some backroad kicking up some dust
Some folks see it as a stereotype
But to me this is my paradise
Kinda thangs that money can't buy
And to tell you the truth I wouldn't even try

On this side of the county line
Where ya dream as big as them Georgia pines
Paradise for miles and miles
Out here on the country side

Waking up working until the day's finished
They can throw sticks but we was raised in 'em
And it's, nothing like a sunny sky
With the singing of a diesel pipe
Got all I need and all I see is Heaven all the way around
That's home to me

I look out and all I see
Is a whole bunch of folks that was raised like me
Married folks just a couple years in
And it all started with some names on a tree
Everything I got is everything I earned
Everything I lost is everything I learned
Every friend I lost ain't a bridge I burned
Got a lot of bad memories the good ones blurred
Working like a dog, living free as a bird
Down here living in our own kinda world

On this side of the county line
Where ya dream as big as them Georgia pines
Paradise for miles and miles
Out here on the country side

Waking up working until the day's finished
They can throw sticks but we was raised in 'em
And it's, nothing like a sunny sky
With the singing of a diesel pipe
Got all I need and all I see is Heaven all the way around
That's home to me