Paroles de Here's To Hometowns
Here's to Sundays where folks still go to churchHere's to grass stains you can't get out a shirt
Here's to "Yes ma'am, yes sir," shake a hand, hard work
Funnel cake at the county fair concert
Here's to friends that last 'cause they knew you first
Here's to them two-lane roads, tracin' them county lines
Here's to them forth and goes, boys who fall on Friday nights
Here's to the way we talk, here's to remember when
Hеre's to your favorite country song on the Truck FM
Hеre's to that first kiss, tasted strawberry wine
Here's to them good ol' days, born and raised way of life
Without the middle of nowheres, who knows where we'd be now
Here's to that holy ground, here's to hometowns
Here's to an Icee in the AC with her hands thrown out the window
Here's to days we can't forget into the nights we can't remember
Down home, Georgia to California, and rocky-top Tennessee
Here's to towns you can't pronounce and map dots the most ain't ever seen
Here's to them two-lane roads, tracin' them county lines
Here's to them forth and goes, boys who fall on Friday nights
Here's to the way we talk, here's to remember when
Here's to your favorite country song on the Truck FM
Here's to that first kiss, tasted strawberry wine
Here's to them good ol' days, born and raised way of life (Woah-oh) To the place that raised us
Here's to them two-lane roads, tracin' them county lines
Here's to them forth and goes, boys who fall on Friday nights
Here's to the way we talk, here's to remember when
Here's to your favorite Brooks and Dunn on the Truck FM
Here's to a first kiss, you wished you could rewind
Here's to them good ol' days, born and raised way of life
Without the middle of nowheres, who knows where we'd be now
Where we got lost and found, just tryin' to make 'em proud
Here's to that holy ground, here's to hometowns
Here's to hometowns, yeah
Here's to that holy ground, here's to hometowns
Here's to them forth and goes, boys who fall on Friday nights
Here's to the way we talk, here's to remember when
Hеre's to your favorite country song on the Truck FM
Hеre's to that first kiss, tasted strawberry wine
Here's to them good ol' days, born and raised way of life
Without the middle of nowheres, who knows where we'd be now
Here's to that holy ground, here's to hometowns
Here's to an Icee in the AC with her hands thrown out the window
Here's to days we can't forget into the nights we can't remember
Down home, Georgia to California, and rocky-top Tennessee
Here's to towns you can't pronounce and map dots the most ain't ever seen
Here's to them two-lane roads, tracin' them county lines
Here's to them forth and goes, boys who fall on Friday nights
Here's to the way we talk, here's to remember when
Here's to your favorite country song on the Truck FM
Here's to that first kiss, tasted strawberry wine
Here's to them good ol' days, born and raised way of life (Woah-oh) To the place that raised us
Here's to them two-lane roads, tracin' them county lines
Here's to them forth and goes, boys who fall on Friday nights
Here's to the way we talk, here's to remember when
Here's to your favorite Brooks and Dunn on the Truck FM
Here's to a first kiss, you wished you could rewind
Here's to them good ol' days, born and raised way of life
Without the middle of nowheres, who knows where we'd be now
Where we got lost and found, just tryin' to make 'em proud
Here's to that holy ground, here's to hometowns
Here's to hometowns, yeah
Here's to that holy ground, here's to hometowns
