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| Rain drops on the wind shield driving down the road middle of Kentucky, 200 miles from home traffics pretty light, making real good time It won’t be long til I hit that Tennessee state line I know I haven’t been back in quite a while But the memories start to come back with every passing mile Playing football every year Hanging out and drinking beer Field parties with a couple of kegs Hiding hickies on the side of your neck Cruising the strip every Saturday night Causing trouble and starting fights Man it seems like yesterday; I can’t believe those days are gone That’s what I think of when I think of home I hit the city limits a little after eight It’s all so familiar, ain’t nothing really changed Most of the guys are still here, married and settled down It’s good to be back but I’m glad I got away from this sleepy little town We all get together over a couple of drinks Talk about the old days and I begin to think About playing baseball every year Finding someone to buy us beer Working every summer out on the farm Helping Granddaddy get the hay in the barn Cruising the strip to pick up girls Not a care in the whole damn world I miss old Howard, can’t believe he’s really gone That’s what I think of when I think of home I tell all my friends and my family goodbye Back in the truck and I put her down in drive I’ll probably make Kentucky just in time to see sunset As I look back in the rearview I know I’ll never forget That’s what I think of when I think of home Playing football every year Hanging out and drinking beer Field parties with a couple of kegs Hiding hickies on the side of your neck Cruising the strip every Saturday night Starting trouble looking for a fight Man it seems like yesterday; I can’t believe those days are gone That’s what I think of when I think of home |