You were too bad for a little square town,With your hip-hop hat and your pants on the ground,Heard you cussed out mama, pushed daddy aroundBefore you tore off in his carHere you are running these dirty old streetsTattoo on your neck, fake gold on your teethGot the hood here snowed, but you can't fool meWe both know who you areHomeboy, you're gonna wish one day,That you were sittin' on a gate of a truck by the lakeWith your high school flame on one side, ice cold beer on the otherAin't no shame in a blue collar forty,Little house, little kid, little small town storyIf you don't ever do anything else for me,Just do this for me brother,Come on home, boy.I was haulin' this hay to Uncle Joe's farm,Thought of us barefoot kids in the yard,Man, it seems we were just catchin' snakes in the barnNow you're caught up in this messI could use a little help unloading these balesI could keep you pretty busy with a hammer and nailsAin't a glamorous life but it will keep you outta jail,Not worry us all to deathHomeboy, you're gonna wish one day,That you were sittin' on a gate of a truck by the lakeWith your high school flame on one side, ice cold beer on the otherAin't no shame in a blue collar forty,Little house, little kid, little small town storyIf you don't ever do anything else for me, just do this for me brother,Come on home, boy,Come on home, boyYou can't hold back the hands of time,Mama's goin' grey, and so is daddy's mindI wish you'd come on back and make it all rightBefore they're called home, boyHomeboyCome on home, boyHomeboyCome on home, boy.
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Eric Church (Granite Falls, 3 de mayo de 1977) es un cantautor y guitarrista estadounidense de country.
Ha sido nominado a 10 premios Grammy.
Su álbum Chief, fue considerado como uno de los 500 mejores discos de todos los tiempos, por la revista…
