This town is my home, it's deep in my soul
That's why I'm at home, even when I'm on the road

This town is my home, it's deep in my soul
That's why I'm at home, even when I'm on the road

Grew up in the backdrop of a small town
Nissan truck, dropped down
Volkswagen Rabbit, with the top down
Sittin' on BBS's, how that sound?
Yeah, y'all remember that don't ya?
Don't don't don't don't don't don't don't don't don't ya?
That's where I come from, Houston County
No distance a tour bus can take me
To make me forget gettin' my ass whipped
In the parking lot of Mafio's
Skippin' church the first time I heard Planet Rock come out a boombox
That may be the day God saved my soul, so
I take a little bit of everything I ever learned with me anywhere on this globe I go
No body can take that, think back
Linda Mae gave me the name
Now Daddy Boone's in your radio
And for those that think that I changed, I did
The world out there took a naïve kid
Scarred his heart and beat him down
And this songs beat comin' back around
From outta town, what up folk?

This town is my home, it's deep in my soul
That's why I'm at home, even when I'm on the road

This town is my home, it's deep in my soul
That's why I'm at home, even when I'm on the road

Northside High School makin' beats on the top of my desk
Whenever the teacher left the room
Three years of ridin' the bench, wantin' to play
More than the last thirteen seconds of the game
Tryna get a name, hangin' with the hoodlums
My girlfriend ended up doin' everyone of 'em
None of 'em ever thought I knew, but I do
And it's cool 'cause I used to do your boo too
Stealin' cigarettes and malt liquor
Back of the pep rally in a cardigan sweater
Vowed that I would quit partyin', never
But now we got death and meth and nothin' left
But questions in our minds
Do you think this town is ever really gonna change in our time?

It's in the sky, a mile high
It's on your table, that Black Label
It's in your locker, that bottle of vodka
Sardines and pork and beans

This town is my home, it's deep in my soul
That's why I'm at home, even when I'm on the road

This town is my home, it's deep in my soul
That's why I'm at home, even when I'm on the road

I sit on the trunk of a '66 Pontiac, where the party at?
I'm asking my kinfolk as a sun gets low
"Can I get a get a hit of your cognac?"
Hell no, y'all know ain't nothin' but a corner left
Did you hear about Peanut? He nutted up four police cars
He was raising hell
Took mace and a billy club to shut 'em up, well
Been sittin' here by myself, drinking Easy Jesus with a dime to sell
Laying low 'cause I jus got outta jail myself
One day I'm gonna leave this place, and
Y'all might never ever see my face again
Friends been friends since we were little-bitty
Now we're grown, and this is our home

This town is my home, it's deep in my soul
That's why I'm at home, even when I'm on the road

This town is my home, it's deep in my soul
That's why I'm at home, even when I'm on the road

This town is my home, it's deep in my soul
That's why I'm at home, even when I'm on the road Writer/s: Daniel John Donald Bryer, Jamie Scott, Michael David Needle, Niall James Horan
Publisher: Downtown Music Publishing, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
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