Hits Home
I text my daddy a scene, said I just checking in
I sure miss you calling me, it hit home
Today your friend said that my draw
Ain't sounding quite as strong as it used to be, it hit home
While I've been chasing dreams, guess I lost a little bit of me
I wanna kick up dust on the gravel road
That taught me some lessons down it
I wanna throw my arms around mama's neck
And not just talk about it
Sometimes you need the where-you're-from
To be the where-you-are for a moment or two
To remind you what matters most
'Cause nothing hits home like home
So when that county line turned into what was mine
With those magnolias waving through, it hit home
And that familiar whitewashed brick, just as I remembered it
Finally fell into view, it hit home
I know it's been a while but it sure did make me smile
I wanna kick up dust on the gravel road
That taught me some lessons down it
I wanna throw my arms around mama's neck
And not just talk about it
Sometimes you need the where-you're-from
To be the where-you-are for a moment or two
To remind you what matters most
'Cause nothing hits home like home, mm-mm
The day I got that call Mamma saying it's grandpa
The good lord called him up, it hit home
And as we laid him down in that Henry County ground
With his ears etched in a stone, it hit home
Time goes by fast and I've learned that
If you need the where-you're-from
To be the where-you-are for a moment or two
To remind you what matters most
Nothing hits home like home
I sure miss you calling me, it hit home
Today your friend said that my draw
Ain't sounding quite as strong as it used to be, it hit home
While I've been chasing dreams, guess I lost a little bit of me
I wanna kick up dust on the gravel road
That taught me some lessons down it
I wanna throw my arms around mama's neck
And not just talk about it
Sometimes you need the where-you're-from
To be the where-you-are for a moment or two
To remind you what matters most
'Cause nothing hits home like home
So when that county line turned into what was mine
With those magnolias waving through, it hit home
And that familiar whitewashed brick, just as I remembered it
Finally fell into view, it hit home
I know it's been a while but it sure did make me smile
I wanna kick up dust on the gravel road
That taught me some lessons down it
I wanna throw my arms around mama's neck
And not just talk about it
Sometimes you need the where-you're-from
To be the where-you-are for a moment or two
To remind you what matters most
'Cause nothing hits home like home, mm-mm
The day I got that call Mamma saying it's grandpa
The good lord called him up, it hit home
And as we laid him down in that Henry County ground
With his ears etched in a stone, it hit home
Time goes by fast and I've learned that
If you need the where-you're-from
To be the where-you-are for a moment or two
To remind you what matters most
Nothing hits home like home
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Writer(s): Ivy Dene Walker, Sophie Dawn Walker, Paul Sikes
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