It’s more than just a bar on a street with a view of the Cumberland River

It’s more than just some far off news on the tv in late December

It was my Friday night lay my beer down

It was the three chords I needed to find myself

And seeing those buildings gone makes me remember

This is my backyard, this is my home

These are my people and these are my songs

You can’t get rid of dreams that easily

Right through the smoke it’s clear to see

That we rise up from the ashes and we ain’t ever gonna quit

Guess you forgot this town is made of more than bricks

You might’ve tried to send us a message but we sent it right back

We won’t back down or lay down lose our will or go out like that

We pick it up, we carry on

You might of broke our hearts, but you could never break our souls

And if you didn’t know it then, ya you know it now

This is my backyard, this is my home

These are my people and these are my songs

You can’t get rid of dreams that easily

Right through the smoke it’s clear to see

That we rise up from the ashes and we ain’t ever gonna quit

Guess you forgot this town is made of more than bricks