Turning Home

Usually take one last pass through town
 Stop the car and touch the ground
 Watch those streetlights
 Swayin' in the breeze
 Decorated store fronts
 Rusty old gas pumps
 Try to fill my mind up with
 Somethin' 'fore I go
 Picture postcard memories
 Well, they always make for good company
 
 I don't know no town like the old town
 Even when the miles are many, I feel like I'm still around
 Deep inside me like rings through an oak tree
 Yeah, there's something 'bout a Sunday when I'm gone
 That keeps me turning home
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 I'm standin' here beneath these billboard lights
 Takes me back to those autumn nights
 Hometown bleachers packed real tight
 As we marched down the field
 My feet would swing from a dropped tailgate
 Out on Airport Road real late
 No one could walk a line too straight
 We usually made it home alright
 And glory days I can't relive
 Stories I'll never forget
 And I don't know no friends like the old friends
 I never seem to laugh now like I did with them
 But deep inside me, a piece of my history
 Yeah, I hear their voices even though they're gone
 And it keeps me turning home
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 Never twice the same way does it start
 And sure enough she stole my heart
 On that old gym floor
 Spinnin' 'round and 'round one night
 Though we both tried hard to wait
 We sure did love the taste
 Of the sweet love being made
 And prayin' I got it right
 Graduation came and went
 Along with all the time we spent
 And I don't know no love like the first love
 When I think about the best times
 She's the one I think of
 Deep inside me all the things taste bittersweet
 I see her smilin' even though she's gone
 And it keeps me turning home, yeah
 It keeps me turning home