Home

Home

Grown Cherokee tomatoes off the vine

Salt shaker and a sharp case knife

Grab a Mason off the shelf

Make some sweet tea, and yourself feel at home

Where it says so on that front door welcome mat

Where your heart is no matter where you're at

It's just a fact

I'll always call it

Home

Where Old Glory still waves proudly in the wind

Where they see ya on the sidewalk

And ask ya how's your mom and them

Where I was born and born again

And I pray one day that's where they'll lay these bones

When the good Lord calls me home

Home

Team colors on October Friday nights

Shoulder pads, go Wildcats

Hometown pride

Lord, ya know there ain't no place like

Home

Where Old Glory still waves proudly in the wind

Where they see ya on the sidewalk

And ask ya how's your mom and them

Where I was born and born again

And I pray one day that's where they'll lay these bones

When the good Lord calls me home

Shirt off their backs, hard workin' people

Gathered underneath that steeple

Folded, calloused hands in prayer

Lord, bring our soldiers over there

Back home

Where Old Glory still waves proudly in the wind

Where they see ya on the sidewalk and ask ya how's your mom and them

Where I was born and born again

It don't matter where on earth I roam

Woah, I pray one day that's where they'll lay these bones

When the good Lord calls me home