"White Oak" lyrics

I remember runnin' barefoot up the holler at my nans
Rocks in both my pockets, and flowers in my hands
There were snakes in the water but I'd roll up my jeans
And wade up the creek because I was just as mean

Up on White Oak
By the wood stove
Where the sun sets at 3 in the day
Up on white oak
Watchin' Gunsmoke
Where the rest of the world goes away
I'd travel the world and leave a crumb trail behind
Trace my way back 'til I find
White Oak

I'd sit on Papa's knees when he drove the tractor
And he'd let me go when they sent to set baccer
When the work day was done he'd pull up a seat
And whittle and whistle in the stifling heat

Up on White Oak
By the wood stove
Where the sun sets at 3 in the day
Up on white oak
Watchin' Gunsmoke
Where the rest of the world goes away
I'd travel the world and leave a crumb trail behind
Trace my way back 'til I find
White Oak

We're both grown up now, the holler and me
I've been round the world and I've seen what's to see
The only place I've ever felt at home in my soul
Is at the kitchen table down on Combs Road

Up on White Oak
By the wood stove
Where the sun sets at 3 in the day
Up on white oak
Watchin' Gunsmoke
Where the rest of the world goes away
I'd travel the world and leave a crumb trail behind
Trace my way back 'til I find

Up on White Oak
By the wood stove
Where the sun sets at 3 in the day
Up on white oak
Watchin' Gunsmoke
Where the rest of the world goes away
I'd travel the world and leave a crumb trail behind
Trace my way back 'til I find
White Oak