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