Now you were too bad for your little square townWith your hip-hop hat and your pants on the groundHeard you cussed out mama, pushed daddy around before you tore off in his carNow here 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 areNow homeboy, I only wish one dayYou were sitting on the 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 40 little house, little kin, little small town storyIf you don't ever do anything else for meJust do this for me, brotherCome on home, boyI was hauling this hay to Uncle Joe's farmA ball of us barefoot kids in the yardMan, it seems we were just catching snakes in the barnNow you're caught up in this messYeah, I can use a little help unloading these balesI can keep you pretty busy with a hammer and a nailAin't a glamorous life, but it'll keep you out of jailAnd I'd rather you saw the bailNow homeboy, I only wish one dayYou were sitting on the 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 40 little house, little kin, little small town storyIf you don't ever do anything else for meJust do this for me, brotherCome on home, boyCome on home, boyCan't hold back the hands of timeMama's going gray and so is Daddy's mindI wish you'd come on back and make it all rightBefore they call, homeboyCome on homeboyNow homeboy, come on, homeboy
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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…
