Yeah
Well put me on a river
And put me in a boat
With a can of silver, yeah
Watch the bobber float
Or take me down on Main Street
And circle 'round that square
Well half-off at Jimmy Jack's boot shack
Gonna have to grab me a pair
Back home, backwoods, backbeat, back 40
Back down them little back roads
Back home, back porch, backseat, back story
That's right back where I go
Yeah, where it's blue jeans, Sunday best, amen, hell yeah
'Cause that's where I've been getting stoned
Back home
Gimme old Bocephus
Gimme chicken fries, yeah
Gimme long necks
Gimme three steps
On a honky-tonk Saturday night, yeah
Gimme back that church trip first kiss
With Whitney 'cause I did it all wrong
And my first hummingbird
Where I learned every word
To them toot-me-doodle big city songs
Back home, backwoods, backbeat, back 40
Back down them little back roads
Back home, back porch, backseat, back story
That's right back where I go
Yeah, where it's blue jeans, Sunday best, amen, hell yeah
'Cause that's where I've been getting stoned
Back home
Those speed trap roscos
Sitting at the Costco
Catching folks coming off the four-lane
And Betty's got the beauty shop
Jonny's got the car lot
And Hank's got the tanks full of propane
And this big bloom town
End up tearing it down
Everywhere you look there's a crane up
But there's a place I know
Where the green grass grows
Thank God it ain't gonna change much
Back home, backwoods, backbeat, back 40
Back down them little back roads
Back home, back porch, backseat, back story
That's right back where I go
Yeah, where it's blue jeans, Sunday best, amen, hell yeah
'Cause that's where they're gon' lay my stone
Back home
Back home
Back home
Back home
Back home
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