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 cause down home`s just a memory
[ trumpet - guitar ]
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 cause once you leave it oh down homes just a memory
Down home oh down home