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 home's 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 home's just a memory Down home... Oh, down homeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
