I was a red rose, sunny morning, swings low
Put your finger on the middle of nowhere, wheeling a drive there
Where the stars just beg you to wish on them
The whole team ain't got no quit on them
You're either sitting around waiting on Jesus or the county fair
We were backroom barbed wire fans and roadrunners
Dancing to the beat of that small town drummer
Singing through the radio static
We didn't know how good we had it
We were dancing, cool, parking lot, straight line
Drinking about 18, heading where the grass gets greener
The place you fall out and back
You're either sitting around waiting on Jesus or the county fair
We were in love with that's the kind of place I grew up in
You never think you'll miss the slowdown of it
Learning lessons from the hard times of it
Until you get a few miles between the grown up you and all we used to be
We were backroom barbed wire fans and roadrunners
Dancing through the beat of that small town drummer
small town
done
so hanging
through the
radio static
we didn't
know how
good we
had it
we were
taxicled
parking lot
street light
dreaming about
18 headed
where the
glass gets
bitter
the place you
fall out
and back
in love
with
that's the
kind of
place I
grew up
in
we were
back
road
barbed wire
fence road
runners
dancing to
the beat
of that
small town
drummer
so hanging
through the
radio static
we didn't
know how
good we
had it
we were
taxicled
parking lot
street light
dreaming about
18 headed
where the
grass gets
greener
the place you
fall out
and back
in love
with
that's the
kind of
place I
grew up
in
yeah
that's the
kind of
place
that's the
kind of
place
that I
grew up
in
I'm coming
home
I'm coming
home
oh
that's where
I'm from
now I might have
left but I'm
coming back
now baby
oh I'm
coming home