Lockhart

1.Politely you tell me I might not belong

Straight from the city, a mouthful of song

You look like an old man

With a limited plan

Well you cut to the bone

Because Lockhart's my home

2. Alaska, Afghanistan, I’ve seen some things

Call me a cynic yeah I know what that means

Call the bartender for just one more last round

Cause Lockhart’s my town

3.I don’t mean to bug you, don’t mean to offend

Love, trust, and faith, is what I intend

Sweet scent patchouli in this warm summer air

In this warm summer air

Where people still care

Oh, people they care

Oh, people they care

4. All that I carry

All that I own

I’ve a family that loves me

And friendships we’ve grown

Where everyone's welcome

Yeah everyone's known

Lockhart’s our home

Lockhart’s our home

Where everyone's welcome

Yeah everyone's known

Lockhart’s our home

Lockhart, our home