Oh you can see it when you close your eyes A Norman Rockwell painting come to life With all the colors of a stained-glass window All the characters and old dogs and kin folk
And it smells like bar-b-que and old garden roses Yells like cheerleaders and football coaches And it walks like a mayor and it dances like a prom And it sleeps like a porch and it cooks like your mama
Chorus: Hometown, hometown May be the sweetest word with the sweetest sound Hometown
And it's growing like tomatoes on the vine Fading like a Dr. Pepper sign Still preaching like a Pentecostal And fishing like a backslider And pulling little sisters in bright red radio flyers
And it marches in the veteran's day parade And it proudly lets old glory wave
It's rodeos and county fairs All farris wheels and canned up pears It'll let you go just to welcome you back No it don't get no better than that
Our hometown, yeah your hometown, hey our hometown, your hometown
Oh you can see it when you close your eyesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
