[Chorus x2]  This town is my home, it's deep in my soul  Thats why I'm at home, even when im on the road    [Verse 1]  Grew up in the backdrop, of a small town  Nissan truck, dropped down  Volkswagon Rabbit, with the top down  Sittin on BBS's, how that sound  Yeah, yall remeber that dont ya  dont-da-da-dont-da-dont-da-dont-dont ya  Thats where I come from Houston county  No distance a tour bus can take me  To make me forget gettin my ass whipped  In the parking lot of Mazio's  Skippin church the first time I heard Planet Rock come out a boombox  That may be the day God saved my soul  So, I take a little bit of everything I ever learned with me anywhere on this globe I go  Nobody can take that, think back  Linda Mae gave me the name  Now Daddy Boone's in your radio  And for those that think that I changed, I did  The world out there took a naive kid  Scarred his heart and beat him down  And this songs me commin back around  From out the town, what up folks    [Chorus x2]    [Verse 2]  Northside High School Makin beats on the top of my desk  Whenever the techer left the room  Three years of ridin the bench wantin' to play  More than the last 13 seconds of the game, gotta get a name  Hangin with the hood that loves my girlfriend  Ended up doin everyone of em  None of them ever thought I knew, but I do  And it's cool cuz I used to do your boo too  Stealin cigarettes and malt liqour  Back of the Pep Rally in a cardigan sweater  Vowed that I would quit partyin, never  But now we got death and meth and nothin left  But questions in our minds  Do you really think this town is ever really gonna change in our time  It's in the sky, a mile high  It's on your table, that black label  It's in your locker, that bottle of vodka  Sardines, and pork & beans    [Chorus x2]    [Verse 3]  Sit on the trunk of a 66 Pontiac  Where the party at?  I'm askin my kinfolk as the sun gets low  Can I get a hit of your cognac?  Hell no, yall know  Aint nuthin but a corner left  Did you hear about Peanut? He nutted up  Four police cars, he was raisin hell  Took mace and a billy club to shut him up  Well, been sittin here by myself  Drinkin on Easy Jesus  With a dime to sell  Hangin low cuz I just got out of jail myself  One day I'm gonna leave this place  And yall might never ever see my face again  Friends been friends since we were little bitty  Now were grown, and this is our hooome