Original lyrics

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Some people dream of what they may be Where they may go, what they may see Just down the road around the bend Oh, but me, I dream of where I've already been I dream in blue jeans, ol' Fords Box fans, back porch Cotton growin' up to your knees I dream in Mississipi Moon pies Mason jars, fireflies William Faulkner, ol' New Orleans The only Paris for me is in West Tennessee If I'm never any other when I lay down to sleep I dream in Houndstooth, church pews Rural roots, you'll never outrun 'em I dream in southern I've hung my hat in so many places I've seen the beauty in so many faces that don't feel like home But that's alright 'Cause every time I close my eyes I dream in Blue Bell ice cream Momma calling through the screen Suppers almost ready to eat I dream in football, Graceland Barbecue and Alabama sand slippin' under my feet If I can't spend my time in sweet Carolina Don't take too long 'fore Georgia's back on my mind I dream in symphonies of trains and crickets Where it's always Christmas or summer (yeah, yeah) I dream in southern They say you can't go back But I can always come back I dream in blue jeans, ol' Fords Boxe fans, back porch Cotton growin' up to your knees I dream in Mississipi Moon pies Mason jars, fireflies William Faulkner, ol' New Orleans The only Paris for me is in West Tennessee If I'm never any other when I lay down to sleep I dream in Houndstooth, church pews Rural roots, you'll never outrun 'em I dream in southern Oh, yeah I dream in southern