Down home, oh, down home
There used to be rivers and trees
Fresh bread, every single morning,
And a sweet magnolia in the breeze
Oh,
Fishing lines, and young dreams, 
Oh I hear them calling to me
But theres no, way to get down home, 
Cause Down Home's just a memory

Wish, I could leave this big town,
City livin' ain't livin' to me
But there's no way, to get down home,
You can't, retrieve it, oh, once you leave it,
Oh, Down Home's just a memory

Oh, Down Home
Uuu, Down Home