Oh you can see it when you close your eyes A Norman Rockwell painting come to life With all the colors of a stained-gla** window All the characters and old dogs and kin folk And it smells like bar-b-que and old garden roses Yells like cheerleaders and football coaches And it walks like a mayor and it dances like a prom And it sleeps like a porch and it cooks like your mama Chorus: Hometown, hometown May be the sweetest word with the sweetest sound Hometown And it's growing like tomatoes on the vine
Fading like a Dr. Pepper sign Still preaching like a Pentecostal And fishing like a backslider And pulling little sisters in bright red radio flyers And it marches in the veteran's day parade And it proudly lets old glory wave It's rodeos and county fairs All farris wheels and canned up pears It'll let you go just to welcome you back No 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