Hometown

Old Mr. Jackson cuts his grass after church on his tractor Only after listening to the country countdown He remembers all the three cord sessions Giving lessons, never guessing We'd go from dive bars to sold out He just smiles, can't help but grin when he turns that dial on the FM Here's an old friend, he can't believe it Ain't that what it's all about? What it's all about, yeah All I wanna do is make my hometown proud Make 'em turn it up loud Roll them windows down All I wanna do is make my hometown proud Gonna give 'em that sound Everybody's talking about We still the same old, same old southern boys Still got the same old, same old southern voice We're singing now All I wanna do is make my hometown proud Make my hometown proud Make my hometown proud All the whining through the years All the grinding of the gears All the passion and the tears Man, it paid off All the places that we see All the people that we meet It still feels like a dream That we're living on It ain't the lights and fame It ain't the smoking flame It's that sweet hearted smile on my mama's face All I wanna do is make my hometown proud Make 'em turn it up loud Roll them windows down All I wanna do is make my hometown proud Gonna give 'em that sound Everybody's talking about We still the same old, same old southern boys Still got the same old, same old southern voice We're singing now All I wanna do is make my hometown proud Make my hometown proud Make my hometown proud In every song Every way In every move I'd ever made That's right, north west Georgia, where you all at? In every song Every way In every move I've ever made Chattanooga, Tennessee, turn it up Come on All I wanna do is make my hometown proud Make 'em turn it up loud Roll them windows down All I wanna do is make my hometown proud Gonna give 'em that sound Everybody's talking about We still the same old, same old southern boys Still got the same old, same old southern voice We're singing now All I wanna do is make my hometown proud Make my hometown proud Make my hometown proud Old Mr. Jackson cuts his grass after church on his tractor Only after listening to the country countdown