If you headed west on 84, you're in her drivewaySo greet you with a welcome backA cotton field and a winter-bound bouquetSink in summer suns, her porch lightIt's so bright I look awayMac Davis playing on my stereoBrings a smile to my faceGod, I miss this placeTake me home where the air is dryAnd the cotton in the winter we'd grow knee-highI tell you, friend, I ain't seen a prettier sunset skyA little windy, but I don't mindA little breeze through my hair suits me just fineAnd you ought to see them stars burn at nightOhFeeling low from the road, time to head back homeNothing like a little bit of loving to get me highShe's quite an artsy ladyShe gave birth to rock and rollHit me as to where her heart's atShe tell you she got country in her soulAnd you can hear them singing on BroadwayDown in the deep hallIt goes to Buddy HollyStill alive and singing this songTake me home where the air is dryAnd the cotton in the winter we'd grow knee-highI tell you, friend, I ain't seen a prettier sunset skyA little windy, but I don't mindA little breeze through my hair suits me just fineAnd you ought to see them stars burn at nightOhIt goes to Buddy HollyFeeling low from the road, time to head back homeNothing like a little bit of loving to get me highFarmers working hard all weekBreaking their backSending prayers to an autumn harvest moonAnd on Saturdays they paint that townScarlet and blackOff at night to the moon15th Street down where the lights are blueThe lights are bluekontrollatoTake me home where the air is dryAnd the cotton in the winter we'd grow knee-highA little boy and a girl with a dreamcan touch the skyA little windy, but I don't mindA little breeze through my hair suits me just fineAnd you ought to hear them lyche-bezelsringing on a Saturday nightIn the lower on the road, time to head back homeThe friendliest place I've ever knownNothing like a little bit of lovin' to get me downAnd you got me where we goOh, get me downTo where the air starts to set us downOh, take me home where the air is dryAnd you got me where we goI tell you, friend, I ain't seen a prettier sunset skyA little windy, but I don't mindThey freeze through my hair, suits me just fineY'all see them stars burnin' downOh, take me home where the air is dryAnd you got me where we goI tell you, friend, I ain't seen a prettier sunset skyA little windy, but I don't mind