Homesick

That classic leather jacket is in a box up in the attic
My light blue teenage dream car is somewhere in a junkyard
That band I played all summer was a real big one hit wonder
Like that boyfriend from Missouri, I got over in a hurry
Most things in my life just run their course
But then, I walk right back to their front door

And I still ain't sick of home
Sick of them same old roads
Sick of that Walmart parking lot
And if you know, you know
I burn out on everything else
Hell, I'm even kinda over myself
But I'll never get rid of, never get my fill of
No, I don't think I'll ever get sick of home

Sick of home, sick of homesick, sick
Sick of home, sick of home, sick of homesick, sick

No, there ain't nothing flashy
'Bout one stoplight that is flashin'
Everybody knows your business
Middle names and your first kisses
I still ain't grown out of where I grew up
It's where I go when I need space to run

Yeah, still ain't sick of home
Sick of them same old roads
Sick of that Walmart parking lot
And if you know, you know
I burn out on everything else
Hell, I'm even kinda over myself
But I'll never get rid of, never get my fill of
No, I don't think I'll ever get sick of home

Sick of home, sick of homesick, sick
Sick of home, sick of home, sick of homesick, sick

If it ever does get old, I'll let you know
But I just don't

Ever get sick of home
Sick of them same old roads
Sick of that Walmart parking lot
And if you know, you know
I burn out on everything else
Hell, I'm even kinda over myself
But I'll never get rid of, never get my fill of
No, I don't think I'll ever get sick of home

Sick of home, sick of homesick, sick
Sick of home, sick of home, sick of homesick, sick
(I don't think I'll ever get sick of home)
Sick of home, sick of homesick, sick
I'll never get rid of, never get my fill of
No, I don't think I'll ever get sick of home