Down Home

Down home... Oh, down home there used to be rivers and trees fresh bread every single morning and sweet magnolia in the breeze Oh, fishing lines and young dreams Oh, I hear them calling to me but there's no way to get down home cuz down home's just a memory Wish I could leave this big town city living ain't living to me but there's no way to get down home No you can't retrieve it cuz once you leave it Oh, down home's just a memory Down home... Oh, down home