Текст Jacob Bryant – Holding On To Home

There’s some things that I can’t change
I still got a mountain on my license plate
Every hat I wear says I’m proud of where I come from
Yeah I still bleed black and red

These boots have walked down every dirt Georgia road
That old Flora-Bama man it never gets old
Up in Tennessee its always gonna be
Country music and ol J
I guess those small town ties are stronger than time
It’ll be that way until the day I die
When I get back no matter where I go
I’ll be holding on to home

I wanna hear about the fights who won who lost
Hear all about the big buck my buddy got
Hear the family still being family
Disagree just to disagree
Yeah I left all of that for this
Playing my guitar for beer and tips
I love where I been I’ll probably go again
But Ill carry my little town with me

These boots have walked down every dirt Georgia road
That old Flora-Bama man it never gets old
Up in Tennessee its always gonna be
Country music and ol J
I guess those small town ties are stronger than time
It’ll be that way until the day I die
When I get back no matter where I go

Down in Tuscaloosa it’s all roll tide
New York and Vegas theyre fun for a night
But the place I love I can’t get there much
But I can get right back to that state of mind

These boots have walked down every dirt Georgia road
That old Flora-Bama man it never gets old
Up in Tennessee its always gonna be
Country music and ol J
I guess those small town ties are stronger than time
It’ll be that way until the day I die
When I get back no matter where I go
I’ll be holding on to home