Down home,,, oh, down home
there used to be rivers and trees....
Fresh bread, every single morning,,,
and a sweet magnolia in the breeze/
Oh,
Fishing lines, and young dreams, oh I hear them calling to me....
but theres no, way,,, to get down home, cause Down Home's just a memory
Wish, I could leave,,, this big town,,
city livin',,, ain't livin' to me....
But there's no way, to get down home,
you can't,, retrieve it, oh, once you leave it,
Oh Down Home's, just, a memory