[Verse]
The screen door slammed, it creaked like a tune,
The smell of fresh-cut hay filled the room.
Barefoot summers, gravel roads so wide,
Where the cornfields whispered and the crickets cried.
[Prechorus]
It’s a place you carry, deep in your chest,
Where the sun sets slow and your soul finds rest.
[Chorus]
Don’t forget your roots in the dirt,
The hands that taught you how to work.
The sky that held your dreams so high,
The stars that lit your midnight sky.
No matter how far you roam,
Remember where you call home.
[Verse 2]
There’s a tire swing swaying under the oak,
And a porch where grandpa cracked his jokes.
Mama’s pie cooling on the windowsill,
The taste of love you can’t distill.
[Prechorus]
It’s more than a map, it’s the air you breathe,
The songs you hum, the faith you believe.
[Chorus]
Don’t forget your roots in the dirt,
The hands that taught you how to work.
The sky that held your dreams so high,
The stars that lit your midnight sky.
No matter how far you roam,
Remember where you call home.