Dawes County Video (MV)

Dawes County knows who I am
Three generations on borrowed land
For years we farmed that piece of ground
To which we're always bound

Used to be a pretty drive through town
Now the streets are empty, and the stores shut down
Fifteen churches, but you can't buy a drink
Hell of a missing link

And I won't be coming home again
No I won't be coming home again

Dawes County doesn't know
Where I've gone or how I've grown
I'm still the girl on grandpa's land
Happy to lend a hand

I packed my bags, I turned the page
From a tired main street and minimum wage
To a brand new chapter in a brand new town
And a new life I've found

And I won't be coming home again
No I won't be coming home again

I don't miss the green grass
Or how slow the days pass
And I don't miss the stars at night
Or how everyone is so damn polite
Small town loves and old secrets
I might miss you but that's about it

I've replaced those hugs with handshakes now
If you knew me at all you might know how
I've learned the art of passing through
It's just a different view

And I won't be coming home again
No I won't be coming home again
I won't becoming home again
No I won't, oh I won't be coming home again