Down home, down home
There used to be a river and tree
Fresh bread every single mornin'
And sweet magnolias in the breeze

Fishin' lines and young dreams
Oh, I can hear them callin' to me
But there's no way to get down now
'Cause down home's just a memory

Fresh bread every single mornin'
And sweet magnolias in the breeze
Oh, wish I could leave this big town
City livin' ain't livin' to me

Well there's no way to get down home
No, you can't retrieve it
'Cause when you leave it
Your down home's just a memory