Down home, oh, down home
There used to be rivers and trees
Fresh bread every single morning
And sweet magnolia in the breeze
Oh, fishing lines and young dreams
Oh I hear them calling to me
But there`s no way to get down home
`Cause down home`s just a memory
Wish I could leave this big town
City living ain`t living to me
But there`s no way to get down home
No you can`t retrieve it
`Cause once you leave it
Oh, down home`s just a memory
Down home
Oh, down home
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