Deep in East Texas, y'all, where the pines, they grow so tall

There's a bullfrog choir, singin' low, down where that muddy water flow

Back behind the hill, there's an old copper shine still

That sounds like down home, yeah, I said that sounds like back down home

Hound dogs bayin, catch dogs wailin' ol' boys are runnin' dogs, and they sure ain't playin

Deer poppin' acorns in that bottom land Down in a holler by my old deer stand

We can get it done with a stick and string My daddy taught me huntin' wasn't just a thing

Down home, where the pines, they grow so tall

The hoot owls sing, a night birds call

Running lines by the moonlight Little whiskey to warm me up right

No city lights, no traffic sounds Just a screen door creakin' and the crickets around

If heaven's anything like I've known I know I can find it back down home

Deer tracks deep in that red mud clay Alligator waitin' on your judgment day

Heat light flashes, peekin' through the trees the dark starts hummin' on nights like these

Copperhead coiled on an old stump log Wood duck whistlin, cuttin' through the fog

Got my house in the woods, a woman waitin' on me There ain't no place that I'd rather be

Down home, where the pines, they grow tall

The hoot owls sings a night birds call

Running lines by the moonlight got my woman to warm me up right

No city lights, no traffic sound Just a screen door creakin' and the crickets around

Heaven's anything like I've known I know I can find it back down home

Guitar solo

Guitar solo