Back Home - The Cadillac Three

Well, put me on a river

And put me in a boat

With a can of silver, yeah

Watch the bobber float

Or take me down on Main Street

And circle 'round that square

Well, half-off at Jimmy Jack’s boot shack

Gonna have to grab me a pair

Back home, backwoods, backbeat, back 40

Back down them little back roads

Back home, back porch, backseat, back story

That’s right back where I go

Yeah, where it’s blue jeans, Sunday best, amen, hell yeah

'Cause that’s where I’ve been getting stoned

Back home

Gimme old Bocephus

Gimme chicken fries, yeah

Gimme long necks

Gimme three steps

On a honky-tonk Saturday night, yeah

Gimme back that church trip first kiss

With Whitney 'cause I did it all wrong

And my first hummingbird

Where I learned every word

To them toot-me-doodle big city songs

Back home, backwoods, backbeat, back 40

Back down them little back roads

Back home, back porch, backseat, back story

That’s right back where I go

Yeah, where it’s blue jeans, Sunday best, amen, hell yeah

'Cause that’s where I’ve been getting stoned

Back home

Those speed trap roscos

Sitting at the Costco

Catching folks coming off the four-lane

And Betty’s got the beauty shop

Jonny’s got the car lot

And Hank’s got the tanks full of propane

And this big bloom town

End up tearing it down

Everywhere you look, there’s a crane up

But there’s a place I know

Where the green grass grows

Thank God it ain’t gonna change much

Back home, backwoods, backbeat, back 40

Back down them little back roads

Back home, back porch, backseat, back story

That’s right back where I go

Yeah, where it’s blue jeans, Sunday best, amen, hell yeah

'Cause that’s where they’re gon' lay my stone

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