You gotta dig your roots And get a little more dirt on my boots 'For the sun comes down Show some love back to your hometown Fall in love, plant some seeds Carve some names in the family tree Raise your kids, love your wife Put God first, just to live

Talkin' about the lights of my hometown Yeah, they come alive when the sun goes down When the sun goes down You know the lights of my hometown Main Street drag lined up with red tail lights Yeah they come alive when the sun goes down He almost comes

All I wanna do is make my hometown proud Make them turn it up loud, roll them windows down Gonna give them that sound, everybody's talking about We still the same old, same old southern boys Still got that same old, same old southern voice We're singing

I hate everybody in my hometown I just did a line of blow right now I don't wanna cry alone right now I don't wanna die alone right now Tell the rich kids to look at me now Kissing on Styrofoam right now I'm kissing on Styrofoam right now I wanna burn my

But I’ll be buried in Detroit I used to live in New York City But baby that ain’t no substitute Not for my hometown That place people avoid I’ve made love in every city But I’ll be buried in I’m a writer and a lover I’m a Midwest music man

You'll never be my hometown girl There's nothing like her in this world I'm tired of the get around girls Ain't nothing like my hometown girl (Ooh, why?) I'm missing someone else This will never be the same But I blame it on myself Because I can't make

I'll still call my hometown home That's all I'm ever gonna be You can take me out of the country But you can't take the country out of me, no 'Cause I'm still the girl from Golden Had to get away so I could grow But it don't matter where I'm goin' I've

I got real shit to stress about girl I ain't worried bout shit Remember that I tried to build ya now I ain't worried bout shit So I found me a new thing I'm not as lost as you think Got plenty queens in my hometown all they need is drank and that dank

Give me back my hometown 'Cause this is my hometown Yeah, yeah, oh, yeah, yeah Ah ooh, yeah, yeah Damn, I used to love this view Sit here and drink a few Main street and the high school lit up on Friday night Down there it's another touchdown

This is your hometown My hometown Your hometown I was eight years old and running with a dime in my hand Into the bus stop to pick up a paper for my old man I'd sit on his lap in that big old Buick and steer as we drove through town He'd tousle my hair