Hometown
Well I'm walking down mainstreet
On a warm summer night
A gentle breeze is blowing
Everything's all right
I can hear the children laughing
Playing in the street
And there's no other place
I'd rather be
Than
Right here back in my hometown
Back to her old familiar face
See I've been around the world
And nothing feels as good as
Coming back home to this place
Grandma's on the front porch
Sipping her sweet tea
Papa's watching NASCAR
On his new TV
Sister getting ready
You know she's got a date
Mama, God rest your soul
We're all doing great
Right here back in my hometown
Back to her old familiar face
See I've been around the world
And nothing feels as good as
Coming back home to this place
Friday evening's when the boys gather round
We jam together making sweet country sounds
Sweet country sounds all night
Church on Sunday morning
Everbody's there
All my friends and family
We bow our heads in prayer
They ask me how I'm doing
Said I can't complain
Going back the road again
From Nashville to LA
But I'd rather be
Right here back in my hometown
Back to her old familiar face
See I've been around the world
And nothing feels as good as
Coming back home to this place
See I've been around the world
And nothing feels as good as
Coming back home to this place
On a warm summer night
A gentle breeze is blowing
Everything's all right
I can hear the children laughing
Playing in the street
And there's no other place
I'd rather be
Than
Right here back in my hometown
Back to her old familiar face
See I've been around the world
And nothing feels as good as
Coming back home to this place
Grandma's on the front porch
Sipping her sweet tea
Papa's watching NASCAR
On his new TV
Sister getting ready
You know she's got a date
Mama, God rest your soul
We're all doing great
Right here back in my hometown
Back to her old familiar face
See I've been around the world
And nothing feels as good as
Coming back home to this place
Friday evening's when the boys gather round
We jam together making sweet country sounds
Sweet country sounds all night
Church on Sunday morning
Everbody's there
All my friends and family
We bow our heads in prayer
They ask me how I'm doing
Said I can't complain
Going back the road again
From Nashville to LA
But I'd rather be
Right here back in my hometown
Back to her old familiar face
See I've been around the world
And nothing feels as good as
Coming back home to this place
See I've been around the world
And nothing feels as good as
Coming back home to this place
Credits
Writer(s): Peter Vouras
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