Hometown Kid
The last Sycamore was a touchdown
The blackberry garden was the out of bounds
We were only playin' two-touch
But we always play just a little too rough
I'd go back anytime
Until then I'll close my eyes
It's the feeling that I miss,
Stealing a kiss in the back of a parking lot
It was just her and me hoping that we'd never get caught
Oh Fridays are for football,
Sundays are for Jesus,
Saturdays are for the boys
It's wakin' up to the smell of a fresh brewed coffee pot
Hometown Kid makin' the most of it
Open the door when you're breaking curfew
Mama's askin' why you smell like perfume
Or Walkin' the hallway on a game day
Ain't nothin' like October Fridays
I'd go back anytime
Until then I'll close my eyes
It's the feeling that I miss,
Stealing a kiss in the back of a Parking lot
It was just her and me hoping that we'd never get caught
Oh Fridays are for football,
Sundays are for Jesus,
Saturdays are for the boys
It's wakin up to the smell of a fresh brewed coffee pot
Hometown kid makin the most of it
It's the feeling that I miss,
Stealing a kiss in the back of a Parking lot
It was just her and me hoping that we'd never get caught
Friday nights are for football,
Sundays are for Jesus,
Saturdays are for the boys
It's wakin up to the smell of a fresh brewed coffee pot
Hometown kid makin the most of it
The blackberry garden was the out of bounds
We were only playin' two-touch
But we always play just a little too rough
I'd go back anytime
Until then I'll close my eyes
It's the feeling that I miss,
Stealing a kiss in the back of a parking lot
It was just her and me hoping that we'd never get caught
Oh Fridays are for football,
Sundays are for Jesus,
Saturdays are for the boys
It's wakin' up to the smell of a fresh brewed coffee pot
Hometown Kid makin' the most of it
Open the door when you're breaking curfew
Mama's askin' why you smell like perfume
Or Walkin' the hallway on a game day
Ain't nothin' like October Fridays
I'd go back anytime
Until then I'll close my eyes
It's the feeling that I miss,
Stealing a kiss in the back of a Parking lot
It was just her and me hoping that we'd never get caught
Oh Fridays are for football,
Sundays are for Jesus,
Saturdays are for the boys
It's wakin up to the smell of a fresh brewed coffee pot
Hometown kid makin the most of it
It's the feeling that I miss,
Stealing a kiss in the back of a Parking lot
It was just her and me hoping that we'd never get caught
Friday nights are for football,
Sundays are for Jesus,
Saturdays are for the boys
It's wakin up to the smell of a fresh brewed coffee pot
Hometown kid makin the most of it
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Writer(s): Braden J. Gilbert
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