I can see them summers flyin’
I can smell that tobacco dryin’
Me and my cousin catchin’ bream
Kinchafoone Creek
I can hear that whistle blowin’
Guessin’ where that train was goin’
I can feel them roots pullin’
Way down deep
It’s been forever
And if I didn’t know any better
I’d swear tonight, it must be missin’ me
Take me down in between the pines
Where the world moves slow and the beers fly by
Gimme red dirt on my jeans
Let the red words wash me clean
Take me down to them yesterdays
That nowhere ground where I was raised
I hear it callin’, hear it callin’
I hear it callin’ me
Mama yellin’, “It’s time for supper”
Daddy pickin’ that Marshall Tucker
Don’t they say the good things go too soon?
I close my eyes and I’m in the middle of it
Back home, yeah, I could use a little of it
Somewhere that knew me back when I did too
Take me down in between the pines
Where the world moves slow and the beers fly by
Gimme red dirt on my jeans
Let the red words wash me clean
Take me down to them yesterdays
That nowhere ground where I was raised
I hear it callin’, hear it callin’
I hear it callin’ me
Take me down where all’s forgiven
That southern comfort on the breeze
I hear it callin’, hear it callin’
Can’t you hear it callin’ me?
Need to get back to who I am
Need to get back to where I’m from
I don’t wanna wait ’til that long black Cadillac rolls up
But when it does
Take me down in between the pines
Where the world moves slow and the beers fly by
Gimme red dirt on my jeans
Let the red words wash me clean
Take me down to them yesterdays
That nowhere ground where I was raised
I hear it callin’, hear it callin’
I hear it callin’ me
Take me down where all’s forgiven
That southern comfort on the breeze
I hear it callin’, hear it callin’
Can’t you hear it callin’ me?
Can’t you hear it callin’ me?
I hear it callin’, hear it callin’
Can’t you hear it callin’ me?