If you headed west on 84, you're in her driveway
So greet you with a welcome back
A cotton field and a winter-bound bouquet
Sink in 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
Oh
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
It 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
Oh
It goes to Buddy Holly
Feeling low from the road, time to head back home
Nothing like a little bit of loving to get me high
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
Off at night to the moon
15th Street down where the lights are blue
The lights are blue
kontrollato
Take me home where the air is dry
And the cotton in the winter we'd grow knee-high
A little 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 them lyche-bezels
ringing on a Saturday night
In the lower on the road, time to head back home
The friendliest place I've ever known
Nothing like a little bit of lovin' to get me down
And you got me where we go
Oh, get me down
To where the air starts to set us down
Oh, take me home where the air is dry
And you got me where we go
I tell you, friend, I ain't seen a prettier sunset sky
A little windy, but I don't mind
They freeze through my hair, suits me just fine
Y'all see them stars burnin' down
Oh, take me home where the air is dry
And you got me where we go
I tell you, friend, I ain't seen a prettier sunset sky
A little windy, but I don't mind