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Brandon Lay

Back Home

 

Back Home


George Strait still playing on the FM radio dial in the kitchen
Smelling my old man's cigarette and my sweet momma's fried chicken
Yard seems small, that magnolias grown
Man sure feels good to be back home
Yeah, it does

That state champ sign on the highway takes me back to my senior year
That muddy river water and my future seemed to be just about as clear
Graduation night I was good as gone
Man sure feels good to be back home

Home, where it all went down
Growing up hell bound on killing beers and time
Girls coming along for the ride up high sliding over close
No red lights because yellow meant go
We were breaking rules more than we should
Love was sweet and life was good

Can't count the memories that keep hitting me like a train
The talk, the town, the folks hanging around
Thank God ain't nothing changed
That Waffle House sign still missing that O
Man sure feels good to be back home

Home, where it all went down
Growing up hell bound on killing beers and time
Girls coming along for the ride up high sliding over close
No red lights because yellow meant go
We were breaking rules more than we should
Love was sweet and life was good
Oh, yeah

I'm gonna shut it down for a couple days
Get the old man's boat out on the lake
Might get a little wild just the boys and me like we used to do
It's good to be

Home, where it all went down
Growing up hell bound on killing beers and time
Girls coming along for the ride up high sliding over close
No red lights because yellow meant go
We were breaking rules more than we should
Love was sweet and life was good
Yeah, we were breaking rules more than we should
Yeah, love was sweet and life was good

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