MARCUS HUMMON

BUTCH CURRY

Lookin' back at my one cop town,

Skinny dippin', drinkin' royal crown

Thinkin' 'bout year long days

Rowdy ways

Best friends lost and found

Remembering my half back moves,

Night games and back seat blues,

Going through growing pains and slow refrains

Of 'god will take care of you'

Seems like one day i's climbin' trees

The next i's beggin' for car keys

Movin' so fast i could not see

What movin' fast would mean

CHORUS:

One day i'll slow down, go back to my hometown

I know it's still there like small town everywhere

God's country, usa

I'm talkin' 'bout a place that's real

You hang a left by the football field,

Past billy joe's used car dealer

And the broken ferris wheel,

Rememberin' a white frame house

Six kids and a dog named ralph

Momma rang a big ol' bell for dinner

As the sun was going down

My first kiss, my first cigarette,

These are the things i can't forget

If i could have them back again

Those times would never end

REPEAT CHORUS

Looking back at a trailways bus

I told ralph i'd had enough

I remember momma crying

And my daddy acting tough

I put 'em in the rear view mirror

And i watched them disappear

With the used car dealer

And the broken ferris wheel

Now i got what i set out to get

And i should be satisfied and yet

That one cop town is still part of me

That's how it ought to be....

CHORUS:

One day i'll slow down, go back to my hometown

I know it's still there like small towns everywhere

God's country, usa

Towns like east aurora

Waxahatchie,....fly, new deal

Fort apache...small towns....

Your town

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