Down home oh down home there used to be rivers and trees

Fresh bread every single morning and sweet magnolia in the breeze

Oh fishing lines and young dreams oh I hear them calling to me

But there's no way to get down home cause down home's just a memory

[ trumpet - guitar ]

Wish I could leave this big town city living ain't living to me

But there's no way to get down home

No you can't retrieve it cause once you leave it oh down homes just a memory

Down home oh down home