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
â€~Cause 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
â€~Cause once you leave it
Oh, down homes just a memory
Down home oh down home

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