I look out across cornrows from a dirt road, baby's kicked back in the front seat, got her bare feet hangin' out the window. We take a trip down memory lane, dust on a track, no chance of rain, my third generation farming friends all pray that it's on the way. And if it don't show up, we'll be alright, cause folks round here wouldn't take a million for a different life. Home sweet home, I thank my lucky stars at night, I was raised down here and raised up right, am I proud you got that right? Home sweet home, where a little bit goes a long way, where we shut her down on Sunday, I won't ever get too far away from home sweet home. Pulled down to the cane bridge, park in the ditch, folks in poles are lined up, a little kid holds a stringer hook, got a mess of fish. I drive away with a smile on my face, knowing that this place was blessed by God's amazing grace. Home sweet home, I thank my lucky stars at night, I was raised down here and raised up right, am I proud you got that right? Home sweet home, where a little bit goes a long way, where we shut her down on Sunday, I won't ever get too far away from home sweet home. No matter where I go or where the road might lead, this little speck on the map is always gonna be home sweet home. Home sweet home, I thank my lucky stars at night, I was raised down here and raised up right, am I proud you got that right? Home sweet home, where a little bit goes a long way, where we shut her down on Sunday, I won't ever get too far away from home sweet home. Yeah, I'm coming home. I'm coming home.