Sounds Like Home

Old flat bottom, top water popping at your honey hole

Tailgate rattling, 33s grabbing that gravel road

Burn barrel fires and rusty barbed wire that never ends

Buckshot stop signs, dust from combines, and lifelong friends

It sounds like home, don't it?

A little bit of backroad on it

Train rolling by 'bout a quarter after 5 with the whistle blowing

Creaking of the porch swing swinging

Sunday morning church bells ringing

John Deere starting, bird dog barking

Man, don't you know it

Sounds like home, don't it?

I hear my grandpa talking

Neighbors a-honking as they driving by

Planting things in rows

Making honest holes in our old Levi's

I can still hear mama in the kitchen

Yelling, "Five more minutes 'til the cornbread's done"

A hot day a-hiding and a cold beer riding on the setting sun

It sounds like home, don't it?

A little bit of backroad on it

Train rolling by 'bout a quarter after 5 with the whistle blowing

Creaking of the porch swing swinging

Sunday morning church bells ringing

John Deere starting, bird dog barking

Man, don't you know it

Sounds like home

Sounds like my hometown

Sounds like where I'm from

The place I love

Where I wish I was right now

Sounds like home (Yeah, yeah)

Yeah, creaking of the porch swing swinging

Sunday morning church bells ringing

Oh, bird dog barking, John Deere starting

Man, don't you know it

It sounds like home

Sounds like home, don't it?

Sounds like home

Don't it?