Old flat bottom, top water poppin' at your honey hole
Tailgate rattlin', thirty threes grabbin' that gravel road
Burn barrel fires and rusty barbwire that never ends
Buckshot stop signs, dust from combines and lifelong friends
It sounds like home, don't it?
A little bit of back road on it
Train rollin' by about a quarter after five with the whistle blowin'
Creakin' on the porch-swing swingin'
Sunday mornin' church bells ringin'
John Deere's startin', bird, dog barkin', man, don't ya know it
Sounds like home, don't it?
I hear my grandpa talkin', neighbors a-honkin' as they drive by
Plantin' things in rows, makin' honest holes in our old Levis'
I can still hear momma in the kitchen yellin'
"Five more minutes 'til the corn bread's done"
A hot day of hidin' and a cold beer ridin' on the settin' sun
It sounds like home, don't it?
A little bit of back road on it
Train rollin' by about a quarter after five with the whistle blowin'
Creakin' on the porch-swing swingin'
Sunday mornin' church bells ringin'
John Deere's startin', bird, dog barkin', man don't ya know it (oh)
Sounds like home
Sounds like my hometown (yeah)
Sounds like where I'm from, the place I love
Where I wish I was right now, yeah
Sounds like home (sounds like home, just like home)
Yeah, I'm creakin' on the porch-swing swingin' (swingin')
Sunday mornin' church bells ringin'
Oh, bird, dog barkin', John Deere's startin', man don't ya know it (sounds like home)
It sounds like home (sounds like home)
Sounds like home, don't it?
Sounds like home, don't it?