Down Home

Down home, oh, down home There used to be rivers and trees Fresh bread every single morning And sweet magnolia in the breeze Oh, fishing lines and young dreams Oh, I hear them calling to me But there's no way to get down home 'Cause down home's just a memory Wish I could leave this big town City living just ain't living to me But there's no way to get down home You can't retrieve it 'Cause once you leave it Down home's just a memory Down home is just a memory Down home is just a memory Down home is just a memory Down home is just a memory