I remember runnin' barefoot up the holler at my nans Rocks in both my pockets, and flowers in my hands There were snakes in the water but I'd roll up my jeans And wade up the creek because I was just as mean Up on White Oak By the wood stove Where the sun sets at 3 in the day Up on white oak Watchin' Gunsmoke Where the rest of the world goes away I'd travel the world and leave a crumb trail behind Trace my way back 'til I find White Oak I'd sit on Papa's knees when he drove the tractor And he'd let me go when they sent to set baccer When the work day was done he'd pull up a seat And whittle and whistle in the stifling heat Up on White Oak By the wood stove Where the sun sets at 3 in the day Up on white oak Watchin' Gunsmoke Where the rest of the world goes away I'd travel the world and leave a crumb trail behind Trace my way back 'til I find White Oak We're both grown up now, the holler and me I've been round the world and I've seen what's to see The only place I've ever felt at home in my soul Is at the kitchen table down on Combs Road Up on White Oak By the wood stove Where the sun sets at 3 in the day Up on white oak Watchin' Gunsmoke Where the rest of the world goes away I'd travel the world and leave a crumb trail behind Trace my way back 'til I find Up on White Oak By the wood stove Where the sun sets at 3 in the day Up on white oak Watchin' Gunsmoke Where the rest of the world goes away I'd travel the world and leave a crumb trail behind Trace my way back 'til I find White Oak