Standing on the porch where the old oak stands tall
I can hear the whispers of the creek down the hall
Mama's frying chicken I can smell it all around
Back to the homeplace where my roots are found
Grandpa's old guitar it still hangs on the wall
Each string tells a story of winters and falls
Daddy's vinyl records play Hank and old Merle
Back to the simple life every boy and girl
Back to the homeplace where memories are made
Underneath the moonlight in the cool evening Shade
Stars up in the heavens like diamonds in the sky
We share our stories 'til the morning light
Fields of golden corn stretch as far as I can see
Every rustling leaf a part of my history
Sitting on the tractor riding through the day
This land's in my heart it's here I'll stay
Sunday morning service at the little white church
Voices in harmony from the front to the perch
Everyone kneels together hands clasped in prayer
Faith and family in the country air
Back to the homeplace where memories are made
Underneath the moonlight in the cool evening Shade
Stars up in the heavens like diamonds in the sky
We share our stories 'til the morning light