Your daddy and them been puttin' up payThat creek bank old still puttin' off shadeDogs made it all the way to stayBut lost and overtiredThem good old boys still runnin' them roadsYour uncle Joe retired when the mill closedIt's been hot but the beer's coldAt the BFW on a Friday nightAnd there ain't one dayThat you don't cross my mindLike a southern breezeAnd I'll be right hereWaitin' on you to come back to meAnd I hope you knowYou damn sure make us proudLookLookLookLookLookIn hometownWe all hated to watch you leaveBut we knew you were cut out for army fatiguesCause you've always fought for what you believeThat's why you're over there right nowIf it ever gets tough lacing up your bootsJust keep this letter here close to youAnd know this prayer's goin' through the roomroof of every little house in this town. There ain't one day that you don't cross my mind likea southern breeze. And I'll be right here waiting on you to come back to me. And I hope you knowyou damn sure make us proud to love your hometown.When your wheels touch down back here safe and you're in the clear. Buddy I shut down all my streets and everybody's gonna raise a beer. There ain't one day that you don't cross my mind like a southern breeze.And I'll be right here waiting on you to come back to me. And I hope you know you damn sure make us proud. I hope you know you damn sure make us proud to love your hometown.Yeah.And I hope you know you damn sure make us proud to love your hometown.And I hope you know you damn sure make us proud.