If you take a left right there At the end of Preston Road You'll reach a house that was my first idea Of somewhere I'd call home Can't remember every detail But there are certain things that stick Like how my mama taught me manners And papa taught me how to fish Off of Exit 315 Me and my buddies used to hang Starting fires and making trouble Hit the mud after it'd rain
There's a lingering nostalgia in the air Memories of the old me everywhere This little town that made me Will forever bare my youth But I was never destined to build roots No, I'm just passing through
Funny how the times have changed Gone is grass that used to grow Hell, it seems like yesterday Her eyes were all I'd ever know Sometimes I miss those simple days Four wheel drives and red clay roads Reminiscing's so much clearer Reflecting through my rear view mirror
There's a lingering nostalgia in the air Memories of the old me everywhere This little town that made me Will forever bare my youth But I was never destined to build roots No, I'm just passing through
There's a lingering nostalgia in the air Memories of the old me everywhere This little town that made me Will forever bare my youth But I was never destined to build roots No, I'm just passing throughTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
