Текст песни I Dream In Southern (feat. Kaleb Lee)

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 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 I've hung this 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