White lines flying on the home stretch |Soon as I drive by that welcome sign I don't need no map |I know this town like the back of my hand |Speed limit sign says 55 and I'm going too fast ||It's where I learned to drink |It's where I learned to drive and how not to do both at the same time ||Home for the summer |Running those red lights |Flashing at midnight right off the highway |Rolling like thunder |In a circle of headlights |Same old spot everybody knows, everybody goes |Home for the summer ||This place ain't much, but it's home to us |It's true what they say, the more things change the more they stay the same |It's where I learned to cuss, it's where I learned to pray |How to tuck my shirt in early church Sunday |Where I fell in love, yeah I remember that |Nice to see ya girl, how you been it's good to be back ||CRS