I Find Home

It's the small town that I came from

The family that I love

The church I was raised in, the lineage I come from

It's the people that have known me for 15 years or more

It's the memory of the place in my heart that I've been longing for

It's Home

It's where I held my first hand

I had my first kiss

I had my first slow dance, where I caught my first fish

It's where I shot my first gun

Tagged my first deer

I snuck out the first time, where I had my first beer

It's Home

The place where I can't ever get too far from

The place deep down inside me, where the Delta's in my blood

And it calls me back every time I try to run

So I look back at all the things I love

And I find Home

It's six strings and a campfire, riding backroads for fun

A walk through the woods where my tree-stand's hung

It's the friends that chose to love me when I couldn't love myself

It's the passage in that Bible

That spends way to much time on the shelf

It's Home

The place where I can't ever get too far from

The place deep down inside me, where the Delta's in my blood

And it calls me back every time I try to run

So I look back at all the things I love

And I find Home

It's small town Arkansas

Cotton fields, the Church of Christ

A phone call to my 87 year old grandpa that just can't hear right

It's Home