Hometown Out Of Me
Mamma kinda had a feeling
Thank God she always got me
A county line and a ceiling
Wasn't ever gonna stop me
Wing's are made for open air, and there's
a grate big world out there
There ain't a map dot I don't wanna see
But this one is apart of me
I'm never gonna not think, Heaven's at
the end of grandpa's little gravel road
I'm never gonna not be the same old,
same me, everybody back there knows
An apple's still an apple when it's
nowhere near the tree
You can take me out of my hometown
But you can't take my hometown out of
me
Maybe you ain't scared of crashing
When you got a place to land
You can hear it in my accent
That somebody gave a damn
'Cause if this long shot falls apart
Nine thousand people know my heart,
an' they love me just the same
If this world does or doesn't know my
name
I'm never gonna not think, Heaven's at
the end of grandpa's little gravel road
I'm never gonna not be the same old,
same me, everybody back there knows
An apple's still an apple when it's
nowhere near the tree
You can take me out of my hometown
But you can't take my hometown out of
me
I'm still the kid down in grandma's garden
(you can't take my hometown out of me)
I'm still a flower on a maple tree (you
can't take my hometown out of me)
I'm never gonna not think, Heaven's at
the end of grandpa's little gravel road
I'm never gonna not be the same old,
same me, everybody back there knows
An apple's still an apple when it's
nowhere near the tree
You can't take me out of my hometown
But you can't take my hometown out of
me
My hometown out of me, ooh-ooh (I'm
still a flower on a maple tree)
(You can't take my hometown out of me)
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