I drove up that old county road to the place where Im from Just to bring back memories that I made when Is young I looked over across the creek at the church on the hill The graveyard where all my kin sleep, so quiet and so still From the rush of the people in the big city lights I come back to the old home place where I played as a child Not cluttered by tall buildings or hurried by time I close my eyes and go back to the days that could only be mine A swing on the porch and a sweet scent in the air Theres an old man inside who sits in a rocking chair Oh, he taught me to love and work hard for what I want Get out of this town but remember where you are from From the rush of the people in the big city lights I come back to the old home place where I played as a child Not cluttered by tall buildings or hurried by time I close my eyes and go back to the days that could only be mine From the rush of the people in the big city lights I come back to the old home place where I played as a child Not cluttered by tall buildings or hurried by time I close my eyes and go back to the days that could only be mine
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