Lyrics

You call it a county line I call it a first sign That I got two lefts left and one right to mama's front porch You call it a dirt road I call it the view from my window From the yellow wild flowers all the way up to that barn red door You see gravel I see a shortcut You see a hand me down I see a good truck To roll to the boondocks And go get my tires stuck It's where my soul's Got roots that won't let go No matter where I roam Where I come from always finds me Takes me back to those memories Sipping on summertime sweet tea Swinging on a firestone You call it country I call it home (I call it home) I call it home (I call it home) You call it a honky tonk I call it my first job Mama in the cover band, me side stage just singing along You see a tailgate I see a first kiss You see a cornfield I see a harvest Sunrise sun dress Moonlight shine sip It's where my soul's Got roots that won't let go No matter where I roam Where I come from always finds me Takes me back to those memories Sipping on summertime sweet tea Swinging on a firestone You call it country I call it home (I call it home) I call it home (I call it home) So if you're ever rollin in on a whim on a Friday night Just follow that neon Pabst Blue welcome sign Yeah It's where my soul's Got roots that won't let go No matter where I roam Where I come from always finds me Takes me back to those memories Sipping on summertime sweet tea Swinging on a firestone You call it country I call it home You see the back woods I see a playground You see a map dot I see where my heart's found I call it home
Writer(s): Allison Veltz, Seth Mosley, Brooke Eden Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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