Written by Jay -
JUN-2017 (3:12)
Produced In Florida Mar 18-22 2018
This ol country home -Livin on the farm Bout as simple as it can be Sittin on the porch -A horse drawn carriage Rattlin down an old brick lane Tall white pillars frame magnolia trees A glass of sweet tea in my hand Spanish moss sways in a gentle southern breeze Its my memory of this land But I -just wanna go back home Smell the sweetest smellsthat anyone can know And I -can feel it in my bonesIts callin me tonight Its all Ive ever known I see city scapes -big tall buildings Bout as cold as it can be Wind blows from the north -through my old bones And shivers to my knees Big strong fellas call you maam Older ladies say bless your heart Warm hellos from pretty girls who call you dear I wish they all were here
