I went driving through my old hometown
It was Thursday the bright sun on the horizon
I was surprised to see no one had burned it down
It seemed so peaceful and warmFloods of memories came back to me
All the things we got away with when we were younger
And I felt kind of like a refugee
Like a scattered pile of leaves in a stormPeaceful memory like lights on a Christmas tree
Every hometown should be peaceful and warm
Every father, mother, sister, brother, friend of the family
Peaceful and warmSomehow now and then didn't seem to blend
'Til the farmer plowing his field waved hello
Another working man doing the best he can
I hope he is peaceful and warmPeaceful memory plows in the green field sea
Every hometown should be peaceful and warm
Every father, mother, sister, brother, friend of the family
Peaceful and warmOn the Kansas banks of that Muddy Mo'
I threw rocks in the river and dreamed of running away
In a wind of change only a father knows
In a world so hectic so coldI guess my old hometown's kinda dead and gone
I miss the sign on I-29 and you blow right by
But it's a place I can go remember where I come from
It will help keep me peaceful and warmPeaceful memory the only thing that's free
Take them and try to be peaceful and warm
Every father, every sister, friend of the family
Peaceful peaceful and warm, hey hey
Songwriters
Steve WalshPublished by
DON KIRSHNER MUSIC (EMI BLACKWOOD MUSIC INC. ADMIN.)