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 homes 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 homes just a memory
Down Home  Oh, Down Home

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