Making my way down an old highway in southern Tennessee
Clear water rolling across the rocks, if I'm lost, don't find me!
All I need is some sweet corn mash and a copper still, with a
Six string while I let that shine distill
Country road! Take me home
Southern sun burning all Summer long
Cane poles where the crickets chirp
Where the blues was born
And we're raised in Church
Take me home!
There's a few tree forts off of Peavey Rd
Where we used to play when we were little boys
If you take a John boat down Black Creek
You might paddle your way into an old memory
Country road! Take me home
Southern sun burning all Summer long
Cane poles where the crickets chirp
Where the blues was born
Aw, take me home!
Country road! Take me home
Southern sun burning all Summer long
Cane poles where the crickets chirp
Where the blues was born
And we're raised in Church
Byron Hatcher - Take Me Home Lyrics
Byron Hatcher - Take Me Home Lyrics
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Making my way down an old highway in southern Tennessee
Clear water rolling across the rocks, if I'm lost, don't find me!
All I need is some sweet corn mash and a copper still, with a
Six string while I let that shine distill
Country road! Take me home
Southern sun burning all Summer long
Cane poles where the crickets chirp
Where the blues was born
And we're raised in Church
Take me home!
There's a few tree forts off of Peavey Rd
Where we used to play when we were little boys
If you take a John boat down Black Creek
You might paddle your way into an old memory
Country road! Take me home
Southern sun burning all Summer long
Cane poles where the crickets chirp
Where the blues was born
Aw, take me home!
Country road! Take me home
Southern sun burning all Summer long
Cane poles where the crickets chirp
Where the blues was born
And we're raised in Church
Clear water rolling across the rocks, if I'm lost, don't find me!
All I need is some sweet corn mash and a copper still, with a
Six string while I let that shine distill
Country road! Take me home
Southern sun burning all Summer long
Cane poles where the crickets chirp
Where the blues was born
And we're raised in Church
Take me home!
There's a few tree forts off of Peavey Rd
Where we used to play when we were little boys
If you take a John boat down Black Creek
You might paddle your way into an old memory
Country road! Take me home
Southern sun burning all Summer long
Cane poles where the crickets chirp
Where the blues was born
Aw, take me home!
Country road! Take me home
Southern sun burning all Summer long
Cane poles where the crickets chirp
Where the blues was born
And we're raised in Church
Writer: Byron Hatcher
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