If you headed west on 84, you're in her driveway
She'll greet you with a welcome back
A cotton field and a winter bond bouquet
Sinking summer suns her porch light
It's so bright I look away
Mac Davis playing on my stereo
Brings a smile to my face
God, I miss this place
Take me home where the air is dry
And the cotton in the winter we'd grow knee-high
I tell you, friend, I ain't seen a prettier sunset sky
A little windy, but I don't mind
A little breeze through my hair suits me just fine
And you ought to see them stars burn at night
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Feeling low from the road, time to head back home
Nothing like a little bit of loving to get me high
She's quite an artsy lady
She gave birth to rock and roll
Hit me as to where her heart's at
She tell you she got country in her soul
And you can hear them singing on Broadway
Down in the deep hall
That goes to Buddy Holly
Still alive and singing this song
Take me home where the air is dry
And the cotton in the winter we'd grow knee-high
I tell you, friend, I ain't seen a prettier sunset sky
A little windy, but I don't mind
A little breeze through my hair suits me just fine
And you ought to see them stars burn at night
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Feeling low from the road, time to head back home
Nothing like a little bit of loving to get me high
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Farmers working hard all week
Breaking their back
Sending prayers to an autumn harvest moon
And on Saturdays they paint that town
Scarlet and black
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Old Dean Street down where the lights are blue
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Take me home where the air is dry
And the cotton and the winter wheat grow me high
And a boy and a girl with a dream can touch the sky
A little windy but I don't mind
A little breeze through my hair suits me just fine
And you ought to hear the liquor bells ringing on a Saturday night
In the lower of the road, time to head back home
The friendliest place I've ever known
Nothing like a little bit of loving to get me high
And you ought to hear the liquor bells ringing on a Saturday night
Take me home where the air is dry
And the cotton and the winter wheat grow me high
And a boy and a girl with a dream can touch the sky
A little windy but I don't mind
A little breeze through my hair suits me just fine
And you ought to hear the stars burning high
Take me home where the air is dry
And the cotton and the winter wheat grow me high
I tell you friend, I ain't seen a prettier sunset sky