Verse:
There wasn't that much left, it seemed, when my folks passed away.
A clapboard house, a Mail Pouch barn, a dozen acres give or take.
I turned left at the for-sale sign, parked my pickup in the drive,
But when I stepped through the front screen door that place came back to life
Chorus 1:
I could smell Mama’s chicken fryin’,
Heard Daddy’s tractor in the field.
Saw crisp white shirts and blue jeans on a line strung up the hill.
I caught the scent of fresh mown hay and honeysuckle on the wind,
And I was home, home again!
Verse:
Pulled weeds from Mama's garden with her flowers still in bloom.
Stacked a cord of wood my Daddy split but he never got to use.
Watched a sunset from the porch swing 'til lightnin’ bugs came out,
And the kid in me remembered what this place was all about
Chorus 2:
Swingin’ from a tire on the shade tree,
Catchin’ crawdads in the mud.
Carvin’ notches on a doorframe to prove that I was growin’ up.
I could still smell Daddy’s aftershave the nights when he would tuck me in,
And I was home…
Bridge:
No amount of money could buy this,
What they left me was priceless!
I took that sign down and turned around
And walked back home, where...
Chorus 3:
I can smell Mama’s chicken fryin’,
Ride daddy’s tractor through the field.
Hang all my shirts and blue jeans on that line strung up the hill.
I can breathe the scent of fresh mown hay and honeysuckle on the wind
Because I’m Home, home again!
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