Still Home to Me

Sun’s comin’ up on a two-lane road,

Coffee cold in a paper cup,

Radio plays that old George Jones,

Yeah, it knows me better than I do sometimes.

There’s a dent in the truck from a Friday night,

Laughin’ too hard, drivin’ too fast,

Every mile’s got a memory,

Every turn still lookin’ back.

’Cause no matter where I roam,

Or how far this life may lead,

That little dot on the county map

Is still home to me.

Front porch lights and Friday games,

Mama’s prayer, Daddy’s dreams,

I may change, the world may too,

But that town’s still home to me.

There’s a jukebox hummin’ at the corner bar,

Neon buzzin’ like a summer bug,

Old friends swear we haven’t aged,

But the mirror says we’ve lived enough.

Gravel crunchin’ under worn-out boots,

Fireflies in a mason jar,

We were kings with nothin’ much,

Swore we’d make it big someday, somehow.

’Cause no matter where I roam,

Or how far this life may lead,

That little dot on the county map

Is still home to me.

Church bells ring through open fields,

Echoes of who we used to be,

I may leave, but I always know

That town’s still home to me.

I’ve chased bright lights and bigger dreams,

Lost a little, learned a lot,

But every road I’ve ever been on

Finds its way back to that spot.

So no matter where I roam,

When my heart feels lost at sea,

I roll those windows down real slow

Let the memories breathe.

Yeah, the world’s wide, but I still see

That place that made the man in me,

I may go, but I always know

That town’s still home to me.

Yeah, that town’s still home… to me.