Down home, oh, down home
There used to be rivers and trees
Fresh bread every single morning
And the sweet magnolia in the breeze

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

Wish I could leave this big town
City living ain't living to me
But there's no way to get down home

You can't retrieve it
Cause, once you leave it
Oh, down homes just a memory

Oh, down home
Oh, down home
Oh, down home