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

Cuz down home's just a memory

Wish I could leave this big town

City living ain't living to me

But there's no way to get down home

No you can't retrieve it

Cuz once you leave it

Oh, down home's just a memory

Down home... Oh, down home