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Been mostly holdin' it together
It seems I'm stuck on this side of forever
Since I've made it back home
When the thought of all them memories come crashin' in
I try to drink it out, but always hit's me hard again
I miss them days, always playin' over in my head
I'm two months shy of a number, I would rather forget
I'm in two shots of whiskey, sittin here thinkin'about home
Long days, and I'm hardly doin' better
On this bar napkin sittin here writin' letters
I remember every holler was filled with a creek
I remember every tomorrow, I knew I would find a friend
Saturdays used to roll into town, only three miles from home
Sittin' at the Virginia watching three movies in a row
Every scene ensconsed in a dream, still burnin' hard in my soul
I need some time rockin' on that front porch swing
I need some time smellin' cornbread from my grandma's kitchen
I need some fresh country air to breath
Home is where my heart beats and always where I'm wishin
To be
And if I ever decide to come back there to you
And roll through the night and pass the McCreary county line
Will you take me in, embrace me like a long lost friend
Give me shelter, comfort me deep into the night
Home's on my mind, and the map that's drawn into my life
I don't wanna wait, but thinkin' this swell will break
Deep down inside, despite my denials I'm always missin' home
Deep Down wherever I may roam I'm missin' home
Home, I'm always missin' home