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 theres no way to get down home cause down homes just a memory
Wish I could leave this big town city living aint living to me
But theres no way to get down home
No you cant retrieve it cause once you leave it oh
Down homes just a memory
Down home
Down home oh down home