Oh you can see it when you close your eyesA Norman Rockwell painting come to lifeWith all the colors of a stained-glass windowAll the characters and old dogs and kin folk And it smells like bar-b-que and old garden rosesYells like cheerleaders and football coachesAnd it walks like a mayor and it dances like a promAnd it sleeps like a porch and it cooks like your mama Hometown, hometownMay be the sweetest word with the sweetest soundHometown And it's growing like tomatoes on the vineFading like a Dr. Pepper signStill preaching like a PentecostalAnd fishing like a backsliderAnd pulling little sisters in bright red radio flyers And it marches in the veteran's day paradeAnd it proudly lets old glory wave It's rodeos and county fairsAll farris wheels and canned up pearsIt'll let you go just to welcome you backNo it don't get no better than that Our hometown, yeah your hometown, hey our hometown, your hometown Oh you can see it when you close your eyes
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