There's just something about this small town,
Where generations of blood are carved in stone,
Yeah, that's where I belong.
Smiling face at the fillin' station,
No bullet proof glass this is family owned,
Yeah, that's where I belong.
Where there's a little white church, couple run down shacks,
Grain elevator by the rail road tracks,
Where every days like living a country song,
That's where I belong.
I got behind the wheel at 14,
Now I can drive like hell down east bound roads,
Yeah, With my eye closed,
In a '77 Silverado
Cruisin' around the lake side with my girl
That was my whole world,
She left one day for the city lights,
But does she ever dream of me at night.
And that little white church, couple run down shacks,
Grain elevator by the rail road tracks,
Where every days like living a country sooong,
Where the stop signs are peppered with buck shot holes,
That old stray dog everybody knows,
You can laugh out loud, and dream all day looong,
That's where I belong.
A E x 3
Well did you leave a town like this
Then start to feel some emptiness,
Well I came back because I missed.
That little white church, couple run down shacks,
Grain elevator by the rail road tracks,
Where every days like living a country sooong,
Where the stop signs are peppered with buck shot holes,
That old stray dog everybody knows,
You can laugh out loud, and dream all day looong,
That's where I belong.
Oh, that's where I belong,
Yeah, that's where I belong,
That's where I belong.