Callie Prince - Right Back Home lyrics
[Callie Prince - Right Back Home lyrics]
I miss those Sunday afternoons
And Mama's home cooking
Fishing on the weekends
Reeling in a good one
Muddy dirty roads and river banks
And old road swings
Friday night lights and yelling
For the home team
A place so small you'll miss it if you blink
I really miss that little town
But does it ever miss me?
It's like you can't breathe
And you might drown
When your dreams are too big for a small town
When it's time for moving on
You gotta get out and get gone
Sometimes it's hard not thinking 'bout
All of those memories you left without
They wake you up at night just
To tell you you're not alone
And then they takе you by the hand
And they lead you right back homе
I remember Granddaddy in his flatbed Ford
Grandma sitting in a screened-in porch
Shelling peas and shucking corn
And talking 'bout Jesus
An old oak tree and two carved names
A letterman jacket and a high school flame
The world moved at a slower pace
That's the stuff that'll never leave you
It's like you can't breathe
And you might drown
When your dreams are too big for a small town
When it's time for moving on
You gotta get out and get gone
Sometimes it's hard not thinking 'bout
All of those memories you left without
They wake you up at night just
To tell you you're not alone
And then they take you by the hand
And they lead you right back home
Just before I left and drove away
Daddy popped the hood on my Chevrolet
He said, Baby you're good now
Don't you drive too fast
With tears in my eyes I'm
Still here looking back
It's like you can't breathe
And you might drown
When your dreams are too big for a small town
When it's time for moving on
You gotta get out and get gone
Sometimes it's hard not thinking 'bout
All of those memories you left without
They wake you up at night just
To tell you you're not alone
And then they take you by the hand
And they lead you right back home
They lead you right back home
I miss those Sunday afternoons
And Mama's home cooking
Fishing on the weekends
Reeling in a good one
And Mama's home cooking
Fishing on the weekends
Reeling in a good one
Muddy dirty roads and river banks
And old road swings
Friday night lights and yelling
For the home team
A place so small you'll miss it if you blink
I really miss that little town
But does it ever miss me?
It's like you can't breathe
And you might drown
When your dreams are too big for a small town
When it's time for moving on
You gotta get out and get gone
Sometimes it's hard not thinking 'bout
All of those memories you left without
They wake you up at night just
To tell you you're not alone
And then they takе you by the hand
And they lead you right back homе
I remember Granddaddy in his flatbed Ford
Grandma sitting in a screened-in porch
Shelling peas and shucking corn
And talking 'bout Jesus
An old oak tree and two carved names
A letterman jacket and a high school flame
The world moved at a slower pace
That's the stuff that'll never leave you
It's like you can't breathe
And you might drown
When your dreams are too big for a small town
When it's time for moving on
You gotta get out and get gone
Sometimes it's hard not thinking 'bout
All of those memories you left without
They wake you up at night just
To tell you you're not alone
And then they take you by the hand
And they lead you right back home
Just before I left and drove away
Daddy popped the hood on my Chevrolet
He said, Baby you're good now
Don't you drive too fast
With tears in my eyes I'm
Still here looking back
It's like you can't breathe
And you might drown
When your dreams are too big for a small town
When it's time for moving on
You gotta get out and get gone
Sometimes it's hard not thinking 'bout
All of those memories you left without
They wake you up at night just
To tell you you're not alone
And then they take you by the hand
And they lead you right back home
They lead you right back home
I miss those Sunday afternoons
And Mama's home cooking
Fishing on the weekends
Reeling in a good one