Missin' The South

Duration

3:14

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Country

Lyrics

I’ve been living here in this big city The glamour life I’d always dreamed I’d have I see stars and even rub their elbows In Hollywood, it’s who you know that makes you “fab” Still, I’m feeling something empty from way down inside I’m beginning to see that, if I’m gonna survive I need – A little country cookin’ done my grandma’s style Then just sit in the swing on the porch for a while A neighbor who knows my name and comes to call Not the kind I only hear through these apartment walls I look around me now at this big life I’ve built And I know that people call it success But, Lord, it feels like such a mess I never thought I’d say it but, I’m missing the South Well, I grew up on Sunday church and suppers Now it’s sleepin’ in and dinners with valet I even traded my old Chevy for Beemer In Tinseltown you got to prove that you can pay I’ve got the look, I make the cash, I play the status game But, I was raised in a place where all I need is my name I Miss – Lazy days a drivin’ those old country roads You’ll never see a middle finger - just a wave hello A place where they all talk with that slow, Southern draw What I hear on Sunday phone calls with my Maw and Paw I look around me now at this big life I’ve built And I know that people call it success But, Lord, it feels like such a mess I never thought I’d say it but, I’m missin’ the South [8-Bar Instrumental Break – Modulate Up Half Step] No matter what I do, I just can’t help myself A Southern boy’s just gotta’ shine through I’m sick of cars and smog, and bottle blonds, and pedicuried dogs Everybody’s had a facelift or two Just looking ‘round me now at this whole life I live I know that people think it’s success But, Lord, I know it’s such a mess I never thought I’d say it but - I’m missing the South Yeah, I never thought I’d do it but - I’m heading home to the South