"Ya Can't Beat Home" lyrics
Back Home it's 12 gauge shotguns
Round Here it's 8-Lane Gridlock
Back home it's backyard baseball Sunday after church
Round Here it's sky high mansions
Back home it's hand me down farmland
Round here this 9-5 grind ain't what I call work
And there ain't nothing going to change my mind that's for sure
If I could trade every city light
For that small town Saturday night
The kind that winds up down some dirt road lit by a full moonlight
We'd be sitting on a tailgate hanging
Tipping back something grandpa made and
Trying to talk some pretty little thing into leaning on in
Yeah it don't matter where I've been or where I go
Ya can't beat home
Well back home it's dirt track racing
Checkered flags and always Chasin'
Shots of whiskey with that hit me with one more
Round here they never heard of John deere
You can try but you'll never hit 5th gear
You'll never see the price of Marlboro lights
And Jesus saves hanging on the same sign
Of a country store and that makes me miss it a little more
If I could trade every city light
For that small town Saturday night
The kind that winds up down some dirt road lit by a full moonlight
We'd be sitting on a tailgate hanging
Tipping back something grandpa made and
Trying to talk some pretty little thing into leaning on in
Yeah it don't matter where I've been or where I go
Ya can't beat home
If I could trade every city light
For that small town Saturday night
The kind that winds up down some dirt road lit by a full moonlight
We'd be sitting on a tailgate hanging
Tipping back something grandpa made and
Trying to talk some pretty little thing into a goodnight kiss
Yeah it don't matter where I've been or where I go
No, no, it don't matter where I've been or where I go
Ya can't beat home
You just can't beat home
Round Here it's 8-Lane Gridlock
Back home it's backyard baseball Sunday after church
Round Here it's sky high mansions
Back home it's hand me down farmland
Round here this 9-5 grind ain't what I call work
And there ain't nothing going to change my mind that's for sure
If I could trade every city light
For that small town Saturday night
The kind that winds up down some dirt road lit by a full moonlight
We'd be sitting on a tailgate hanging
Tipping back something grandpa made and
Trying to talk some pretty little thing into leaning on in
Yeah it don't matter where I've been or where I go
Ya can't beat home
Well back home it's dirt track racing
Checkered flags and always Chasin'
Shots of whiskey with that hit me with one more
Round here they never heard of John deere
You can try but you'll never hit 5th gear
You'll never see the price of Marlboro lights
And Jesus saves hanging on the same sign
Of a country store and that makes me miss it a little more
If I could trade every city light
For that small town Saturday night
The kind that winds up down some dirt road lit by a full moonlight
We'd be sitting on a tailgate hanging
Tipping back something grandpa made and
Trying to talk some pretty little thing into leaning on in
Yeah it don't matter where I've been or where I go
Ya can't beat home
If I could trade every city light
For that small town Saturday night
The kind that winds up down some dirt road lit by a full moonlight
We'd be sitting on a tailgate hanging
Tipping back something grandpa made and
Trying to talk some pretty little thing into a goodnight kiss
Yeah it don't matter where I've been or where I go
No, no, it don't matter where I've been or where I go
Ya can't beat home
You just can't beat home
