Home Songtext
von Dillon Carmichael

Home
Grown Cherokee tomatoes off the vine
Salt shaker and a sharp case knife
Grab a mason off the shelf
Make some sweet tea and yourself
Feel at home
Where it says so on that front door welcome mat
Where your heart is no matter where you′re at
It's just a fact
I′ll always call it
Home
Where Old Glory still waves proudly in the wind
Where they see ya on the sidewalk
And ask ya how's your mom and them
Where I was born and born again
And I pray one day that's where they′ll lay these bones
When the good Lord calls me home
Home
Team colors on October Friday nights
Shoulder pads, go Bobcats


Hometown pride
Lord, ya know there ain′t no place
Like
Home
Where Old Glory still waves proudly in the wind
Where they see ya on the sidewalk
And ask ya how's your mom and them
Where I was born and born again
And I pray one day that′s where they'll lay these bones
When the good Lord calls me home
Shirt off their backs, hard workin′ people
Gathered underneath that steeple
Folded, calloused hands in prayer
Lord, bring our soldiers over there
Back home
Where Old Glory still waves proudly in the wind
Where they see ya on the sidewalk and ask ya how's your mom and them
Where I was born and born again
It don′t matter where on earth I roam
Woah, I pray one day that's where they'll lay these bones
When the good Lord calls me home