Lyrics

I got a scratchy throat and It's 'cause I've been smoking Back in my old bunk room I won't have that pass soon No way to get solace Old man dead, skipped hospice You can hold my home down You won't be my hometown You can hold my home down Back up in that bunk room Sister has their saloon American dolls are patrons of the store And I collect old nickels I ain't sure what they're for What about the basement? My friend died down in there He's a salamander My young George, they killed him Under a pane of glass, I Never told the plumber He still holds the home down Here inside our hometown He still holds the home down Here inside our hometown Here inside our home now Here back in the old town You might be my hometown You might be my home now You might be my- What about the TV? The one that's up in Mom's room People would ignore us We go to the forest We go to the teepee Here she comes on the ATV That girl holds the home down Here inside our hometown That girl holds the home down Here inside our hometown Here inside our home now Here back in the old town
Writer(s): Charles Dahlke, Micah Rubin, Nicholas Lussier Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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