Homeless child What is left For the homeless child Nowhere here To call my home No one near To call my own All that's left Is for me to roam

Nobody can ever hear him call You need to find a way for what you want to say But before tomorrow 'Cause my friend said he'd take you home He sits in a corner all alone He lives under a waterfall Nobody can see him I need to be myself I can't be no one

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

Yeah that's my dawg Me and my dawg We gave 'em two in a row I'm on my way, I'm goin' fast, I'm comin' home to get you Yeah that's my dawg for sure I'mma put her in a full nelson Deja keep on callin' She say she ready to pull up As soon as I get there,

She's not cryin' anymore There's a smile upon her face A new love takes my place She used to cry when I'd come home late She couldn't buy the lies I told All she wanted was to be needed Someone that she could call her own The love I know I took for

And I tell my friend to tell them that I'm not at home While I'm at the studio building new song But they're not the same age as I am So school girl'. Hello? Hello I hear school girl callin', Callin' me on my phone I tell flavor tell them gyptian ain't

I grew up in a small place, had to drive an hour just to see a movie I'm a simple person, city life just doesn't move me I'd rather be home with my grandparents and playing Euchre Didn't wanna leave but this dream's calling, I had to do it I left my girl

Calling Elvis, I'm here all alone Calling Elvis, is anybody home? Did he leave the building? Can he come to the phone? Well tell him I was calling just to wish him well Let me leave my number, heartbreak hotel Oh love me tender, baby don't be cruel

'Til I see you again That's the only way to go Fightin' the good fight Til the good Lord calls you home This is our last goodbye So be well my friend Preacher said he died too young Over there totin' that gun For Uncle Sam and our freedom

It's a long, hard road I'm traveling on Seems forever I've been gone Yeah, it's a long hard road I'm traveling on Lord I need to find my way back home I hear the voice my sweet momma called me Telling me to change my ways In my mind, I smell the dogwood