George Strait still playing on the FM radio dial in the kitchen
Smell of my old man's cigarette and
my sweet mama's southern fried chicken
The yard seems smaller,
that magnolia's grown Man,
it sure feels good to be back home,
yeah it does
That state champ sign on the highway takes me back to my senior year
That muddy river water in my future seemed to be just about as clear
Graduation night,
I was good as gone Man,
it sure feels good to be back home
Home where it all went down Growing up hell bound,
on killing beers and time
Girls coming along for the ride up high,
sliding over close No red lights cause yellow meant gold
We were breaking rules more than we
should Love was sweet and life was good
Can't count the memories that keep hitting me like a train
The talk of town,
folks hanging around,
thank God ain't nothing changed
That Woffa House sign,
still missing that old man
Man,
it sure feels good to be back home Home where it all went down
Growing up hell bound, on killing beers and time
Girls coming along for the ride up high,
sliding over close
No red lights cause yellow meant gold We
were breaking rules more than we should
Love was sweet and life was good
I'm
gonna shut it down for a couple days,
get the old man's boat out on the lake
Might get a little wild,
just the boys and me like we used to do
It's good to be home where it all went down
Growing up hell bound, on killing beers and time
Girls coming along for the ride up high,
sliding over close
No red lights cause yellow meant gold We
were breaking rules more than we should
Love was sweet and life was good
Yeah,
we were breaking rules more than we should Yeah,
love was sweet and life was good