When I was 15 I dreamed of leaving my home
I had to see the world
And live like a rolling stone
I heard California was paved in gold
So I hopped on that train
It didn't come easy
But I keep thinkin' bout
The green grass and missing my home
Take me back to my southern ways
Where I can be myself and live another day
Take me back to my southern ways
Where the tall pines blow and the southern winds kiss my face
Oh southern grace
Me and my boys started a band