Hometown

Oh, you can see it when you close your eyes

A Norman Rockwell painting come to life

With all the colors of a stained-glass window

All the characters and old dogs and kin folkAnd it smells like barbecue and old garden roses

Yells like cheerleaders and football coaches

And it walks like a mayor and it dances like a prom

And it sleeps like a porch and it cooks like your mamaHometown, hometown

May be the sweetest word

With the sweetest sound

HometownAnd it's growing like tomatoes on the vine

Fading like a Dr. Pepper sign

Still preaching like a Pentecostal and fishing like a backslider

And pulling little sisters in bright red radio flyersAnd it marches in the veteran's day parade

And it proudly lets old glory waveIt's rodeos and county fairs

All Farris wheels and canned up pears

It'll let you go just to welcome you back

No, it don't get no better than thatHometown, hometown

May be the sweetest word

With the sweetest soundHometown, hometown

May be the sweetest word

With the sweetest soundOur hometown, yeah, your hometown

Hey, our hometown, your hometown

Oh, you can see it when you close your eyes