Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Matt Freedman
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Matt Freedman
Songwriter
Lyrics
If you wake up to a rooster crowin
Fill your coffee and hit the road
And Bless the dirt as you leave the drive
You must be from a town like mine
If you come home and kiss the babies
Your highschool sweetie still drives you crazy
Playin house out in the pines
You must be from a town like mine
This place aint just what you make of it
I say its made by who you make it with
Oh
If you like to take it slow
Kick back on an old dirt road
A little gravel and dust
Rust on the truck
Then raise one up and say
Oh
Sunday prayin your open your eyes
And see clothes out on the line
And you thank god for your life
You must be from a town like mine
If you know secrets about this place
That everybody here takes to the grave
And it comes out in their smile
You must be from a town like mine
This place aint just about the house you’re in
I say its made by who you built it with
Oh
Sunday prayin your open your eyes
And see clothes out on the line
And you thank god for your life
You must be from a town like mine
If you know secrets about this place
That everybody here takes to the grave
And it comes out in their smile
You must be from a town like mine
This town aint made by the simple way we live
I say its made by who we live it with
Oh
If you like to take it slow
Kick back on an old dirt road
A little gravel and dust
Rust on the truck
Then raise one up and say
Oh
Sunday prayin your open your eyes
And see clothes out on the line
And you thank god for your life
You must be from a town like mine
Written by: Matt Freedman