You might catch me in Atlanta looking like a boss New Orleans and then Miami, party in New York Texas I be screwed up, Chi town I be really pimping But nothing like my hometown I’m forever living Women, weed and weather (They come for) women, weed and

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

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

I go down to the honkytonk I might not end up in the Hall of Fame With a star on the sidewalk with my name Or a statue in my hometown when I'm gone Nobody gonna name their babies after me I might not go down in history But I'll go down to the honkytonk

When you blow at high dough Well, sometimes the faster it gets The less you need to know But you gotta remember The smarter it gets The further its gonna go They shot a movie once, in my hometown Everybody was in it, from miles around Out at the

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

Far away over the sea In the arms of my darlin' hometown There's a river that's calling to me That river she runs all around The place that I call my hometown There's a valley on the side of the hill And flowers on an old windowsill A familiar old

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