Bones

Grandma owned a flower shop 

In a one stop map dot town

Grandpa was an auctioneer 

Had the fastest voice around 

There’s a college down the road 

With my last name on the sign 

If there’s one thing I’ve learned

There’s some lessons you can’t buy

You can drive away

But you can’t drive out

You could change the name 

Change the paint

But my roots own this ground 

You could fade away

Come back a ghost

Nobody knows your business till you’re finished

And this town holds your bones

I found myself and God

In a John Deere colored house

Those walls would hold the stories told

That we’ll keep passing down 

Down, down, down, down

You can drive away

But you can’t drive out

You could change the name 

Change the paint

But my roots own this ground 

You could fade away

Come back a ghost

Nobody knows your business till you’re finished

And this town holds your bones

Drive away

But you can’t drive out

Change the name 

Change the paint

But my roots own this ground 

You could fade away

Come back a ghost

Nobody knows your business till you’re finished

And this town holds your bones

Oh, it holds your bones

There’s a tiny little graveyard

Right next to the church

Seven generations six feet in the dirt