On a sunny day not long ago

I took a drive down that old dirt road

Where my memories stayed when I moved on

As I came around that curve

Time stood still like it never turned

What I was thinking when I saw the past

I was thinking of biscuits, straight out of the oven

And chicken, fried with home grown lovin’

And grass stains, all over my knees

And a cold glass of iced sweet tea

When I think of home and how much I miss it, I think of biscuits

I know it sounds like the strangest thing

But love was served when the oven went ding

More than food that Grandma made

It was the memories we made along the way

Kinda like them biscuits, straight out of the oven

And chicken, fried with home grown lovin’

And grass stains, all over my knees

And a cold glass of iced sweet tea

When I think of home and how much I miss it, I think of biscuits

I kind of like them biscuits, straight out of the oven

And chicken, fried with home grown lovin’

And grass stains, all over my knees

And a cold glass of iced sweet tea

When I think of home and how much I miss it, I think of biscuits

I was thinking of biscuits, straight out of the oven

And chicken, fried with home grown lovin’

And grass stains, all over my knees

And a cold glass of iced sweet tea

When I think of home and how much I miss it, I think of biscuits

When I think of home and how much I miss it, I think of biscuits

Yes I do!