Sometimes I'm icy, sometimes I'm mean to you. Ready? Is it recording? Find me singing on the back porch swinging Curry dogs barking left my dip in the kitchen That's when it hit me that I've been gone too long May not be like Hollywood, but we got nice heels and they roll real good Windows down, down to ninety-three, man, you can't go wrong All I need on a Friday night is some curlers and a cooler and a few fireflies And a good old-fashioned mountain dancing song Oh, Ohio Oh, Ohio Oh, my home is Ohio Down by the river near the burned-down bridge pulled a twenty-two trigger and I bust my lip I was eight years old when I learned how not to cry I wanna go back and I might as well, but every time I leave, man, it hurts, I tell I hate to see them barefoot babies wave goodbye It's tough to see my sweet mama's grave I'd rest her soul so that I'd behave And I'd always hold on to that hometown pride Oh, Ohio Oh, Ohio Oh, my home is Ohio Oh, Ohio Oh, Ohio Oh, my home is Ohio Oh, Ohio Oh, Ohio Oh, my home is Ohio Oh, Ohio Oh, Ohio Oh, my home is Ohio Oh, Ohio