"Hallowed Ground" lyrics
This ain't a piece of land
Boy, it's all I know
It ain't just dirt
That dirt's in my soul
And I know it may sound
Crazy how I talk about my town
But this is hallowed ground
This is where I was born
And where they'll lay me down
Hallowed ground
If ever I get lost
It's where I go to be found
Hallowed ground
I was trying to leave it 'til I got gone
And realized that life ain't
Nothing like the life I got at home
I'll be buried in the very ground I'm standing on
In a long line of Farley tombstones
Listen, it's a tradition of fishing
Swimming, and picking tomatoes
To go with gravy, potatoes
And all the fixings
The kids are running round wild
While the parents sipping something
That'll start a fire
This ain't a piece of land
Boy, it's all I know
It ain't just dirt
That dirt's in my soul
And I know it may sound
Crazy how I talk about my town
But this is hallowed ground
This is where I was born
And where they'll lay me down
Hallowed ground
If ever I get lost
It's where I go to be found
Hallowed ground
That 20 acres on a hill is
Worth more than a mill
I'm calling Howie like, "Howdy, no deal."
I'm still a four-wheel rocking
Hillbilly sum bitch
Don't start nothing but don't take shit
Except the boat to the lake
If you wanna get away for the day
Or the truck to the mud
To sling a couple of cakes
Or mud pies
However you like to slice it
Can we all just agree that it's crazy
How nice our life is?
This ain't a piece of land
Boy, it's all I know
It ain't just dirt
That dirt's in my soul
And I know it may sound
Crazy how I talk about my town
But this is hallowed ground
This is where I was born
And where they'll lay me down
Hallowed ground
If ever I get lost
It's where I go to be found
Hallowed ground
It's the sun shining through the fog
It's the croak of a big bullfrog
It's an old buck grunting in the fall
It's a little bit of it all
This ain't a piece of land
Boy, it's all I know
It ain't just dirt
That dirt's in my soul
And I know it may sound
Crazy how I talk about my town
But this is hallowed ground
This is where I was born
And where they'll lay me down
Hallowed ground
If ever I get lost
It's where I go to be found
Hallowed ground
Boy, it's all I know
It ain't just dirt
That dirt's in my soul
And I know it may sound
Crazy how I talk about my town
But this is hallowed ground
This is where I was born
And where they'll lay me down
Hallowed ground
If ever I get lost
It's where I go to be found
Hallowed ground
I was trying to leave it 'til I got gone
And realized that life ain't
Nothing like the life I got at home
I'll be buried in the very ground I'm standing on
In a long line of Farley tombstones
Listen, it's a tradition of fishing
Swimming, and picking tomatoes
To go with gravy, potatoes
And all the fixings
The kids are running round wild
While the parents sipping something
That'll start a fire
This ain't a piece of land
Boy, it's all I know
It ain't just dirt
That dirt's in my soul
And I know it may sound
Crazy how I talk about my town
But this is hallowed ground
This is where I was born
And where they'll lay me down
Hallowed ground
If ever I get lost
It's where I go to be found
Hallowed ground
That 20 acres on a hill is
Worth more than a mill
I'm calling Howie like, "Howdy, no deal."
I'm still a four-wheel rocking
Hillbilly sum bitch
Don't start nothing but don't take shit
Except the boat to the lake
If you wanna get away for the day
Or the truck to the mud
To sling a couple of cakes
Or mud pies
However you like to slice it
Can we all just agree that it's crazy
How nice our life is?
This ain't a piece of land
Boy, it's all I know
It ain't just dirt
That dirt's in my soul
And I know it may sound
Crazy how I talk about my town
But this is hallowed ground
This is where I was born
And where they'll lay me down
Hallowed ground
If ever I get lost
It's where I go to be found
Hallowed ground
It's the sun shining through the fog
It's the croak of a big bullfrog
It's an old buck grunting in the fall
It's a little bit of it all
This ain't a piece of land
Boy, it's all I know
It ain't just dirt
That dirt's in my soul
And I know it may sound
Crazy how I talk about my town
But this is hallowed ground
This is where I was born
And where they'll lay me down
Hallowed ground
If ever I get lost
It's where I go to be found
Hallowed ground
Writer(s): Jared Sciullo, Charles Wayne Farley
