You never know what you have till you lose it But looking back now, I damn sure abused
It
Like the tobacco fields that you're flying
By
When you take a drive down 55, yeah
There ain't nothing like a small town
Everyone shows out on a Friday night
To see them hometown boys under stadium lights
Yeah, the crowd roars as the clock winds down
When the home team scores a game-winning touchdown, yeah
There ain't nothing like
When you pull in the drive and your mama walks out with her hands up high
Yeah, the stars shine bright when they're hung up high in a southern sky
The way the back roads wind through the Carolina pines
Bunch of boys 'round a fire, drinkin' cold light
Yeah, there ain't nothing like a small town
There's a little wide search down Ft. Mill Drive
And if you want to seat you better leave on time
Yeah, the preachers speak and we sing real loud
Begging god to send his son back down
There ain't nothing like
When you pull in the drive and your mama walks out with her hands up high
Yeah, the stars shine bright when they're hung up high in the southern sky
The way the back roads wind through the Carolina pines
Bunch of boys 'round a fire, drinkin' cold light
Yeah, there ain't nothing like a small town
Yeah, there ain't nothing like a small town
When you pull in the drive and your mama walks out with her hands up high
The stars shine bright when they're hung up high in the southern sky
Yeah, the way the back roads wind through the Carolina pines
Bunch of boys 'round a fire, drinkin' cold light
Yeah, there ain't nothing like
There ain't nothing like a small town
Like a small town
Like a small town