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i was hangin with some friends
and we got to talkin about where we're from
and where we've been
and it got me thinkin
oh i was missin that sleep little town
where when the streets roll up
when the sun goes down
where people work hard for their dollar
man i miss the simpler life back in the hollar
back home
it was old fishin poles
spendin the night out in your honey hole
lemonade stands and car washes
tryin to make a couple extra bucks
ridin in the middle of grandpa's pick up truck
it didnt have a radio
so we'd sing at the top of our lungs
i guess we were just too young to know any better
now i miss those times together
but any time i feel a little alone
i just pick up the phone
and call back home
good times flew by
and so did the years
never would have dream that i'd end up here
there were a lot of memories'some i cant recall
thanks to good friends
and alcohol
but one thing i will always know
where ever i go
back home
it was skippin class
tryin to chase a little ass
goin out to the lake
and jumpin in
double dog dare you, you cant do it again
learn how to drive a stick
comin up with a good line to tell momma
so you dont get hit
sneakin out
and meetin up with your buddies
drivin too fast down a dirt road out in the country
i guess we were just too young to know any better
now i miss those times together
but any time i feel a little alone
i just pick up the phone
and call back home
i cant wait to get on back
to all that
slap my friends a high five
grab a beer
and watch the bonfire
burn higher
back home
it was old fishin poles
spendin the night out in your honey hole
lemonade stands and car washes
tryin to make a couple extra bucks
ridin in the middle of grandpa's pick up truck
learn how to drive a stick
comin up with a good line to tell momma
so you dont get hit
sneakin out
and meetin up with your buddies
drivin too fast down a dirt road out in the country
i guess we were just too young to know any better
now i miss those times together
but any time i feel a little alone
i just pick up the phone
and call back home
and we got to talkin about where we're from
and where we've been
and it got me thinkin
oh i was missin that sleep little town
where when the streets roll up
when the sun goes down
where people work hard for their dollar
man i miss the simpler life back in the hollar
back home
it was old fishin poles
spendin the night out in your honey hole
lemonade stands and car washes
tryin to make a couple extra bucks
ridin in the middle of grandpa's pick up truck
it didnt have a radio
so we'd sing at the top of our lungs
i guess we were just too young to know any better
now i miss those times together
but any time i feel a little alone
i just pick up the phone
and call back home
good times flew by
and so did the years
never would have dream that i'd end up here
there were a lot of memories'some i cant recall
thanks to good friends
and alcohol
but one thing i will always know
where ever i go
back home
it was skippin class
tryin to chase a little ass
goin out to the lake
and jumpin in
double dog dare you, you cant do it again
learn how to drive a stick
comin up with a good line to tell momma
so you dont get hit
sneakin out
and meetin up with your buddies
drivin too fast down a dirt road out in the country
i guess we were just too young to know any better
now i miss those times together
but any time i feel a little alone
i just pick up the phone
and call back home
i cant wait to get on back
to all that
slap my friends a high five
grab a beer
and watch the bonfire
burn higher
back home
it was old fishin poles
spendin the night out in your honey hole
lemonade stands and car washes
tryin to make a couple extra bucks
ridin in the middle of grandpa's pick up truck
learn how to drive a stick
comin up with a good line to tell momma
so you dont get hit
sneakin out
and meetin up with your buddies
drivin too fast down a dirt road out in the country
i guess we were just too young to know any better
now i miss those times together
but any time i feel a little alone
i just pick up the phone
and call back home
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