I can't see this world unless I go Outside my Southern Comfort zone When I miss my Tennessee home When your wheelhouse is the land of cotton, The first time you leave it can be strange, it can be shocking Not everybody drives a truck, not everybody

I’m so wrong, I’m so wrong (To let you in my) To let you in my home Now you know where I sleep (Never felt so damn weak) (Now you know where I sleep) (Girl, if your man call your phone again) This house is not a home to you But you decide to go ahead and

No matter what I say Days will come and go Nothing's set in stone I know no matter what I say I got this feeling, I can't keep it down anymore Bring me some healing Saint Cecilia, carry me home to your house of broken bones I know no matter what I say