Down Home کے بول

Down home oh down home there used to be rivers and trees Fresh bread every single morning and sweet magnolia in the breeze Oh fishing lines and young dreams oh I hear them calling to me But there's no way to get down home cause down home's just a memory [ trumpet - guitar ] Wish I could leave this big town city living ain't living to me But there's no way to get down home No you can't retrieve it cause once you leave it oh down homes just a memory Down home oh down home