Here’s to Sundays
Where folks still go to church
Here’s to grass stains
You can’t get outta shirts
Here’s to yes ma’am, yes sir
Shake a hand, hark work
Funnell cake at the county fair concert
Here’s to friends that’ll last
Because they knew you first
Here’s to them two-lane roads tracing them county lines
Here’s to them fourth and goals boys of fall on Friday nights
Here’s to the way we talk, here’s to remember when
Here’s to your favorite country song on the truck FM
Here’s to that first kiss taste of strawberry wine
Here’s to them good old days, born and raised way of life
Without them middle of nowheres who knows where we’d be now
Here’s to that holy ground, here’s to hometowns
Here’s to an Icee in the AC with our hands thrown out the window
Here’s to days we can’t forget and to the nights we can’t remember
From down-home Georgia to California
To Rocky Top, Tennessee
Here’s to towns you can’t pronounce
And map dots that most ain’t ever seen
Here’s to them two-lane roads tracing them county lines
Here’s to them fourth and goals boys of fall on Friday nights
Here’s to the way we talk, here’s to remember when
Here’s to your favorite country song on the truck FM
Here’s to that first kiss taste of strawberry wine
Here’s to them good old days, born and raised way of life
Without them middle of nowheres who knows where we’d be now
Here’s to that holy ground, here’s to hometowns
Let’s raise one up
To the place that raised us
Here’s to them two-lane roads tracing them county lines
Here’s to them fourth and goals boys of fall on Friday nights
Here’s to the way we talk, here’s to remember when
Here’s to your favorite Brooks & Dunn on the truck FM
Here’s to a first kiss you wish you could rewind
Here’s to them good old days, born and raised way of life
Without them middle of nowheres who knows where we’d be now
Where we got lost and found, just trying to make ‘em proud
Here’s to that holy ground, here’s to hometowns
Here’s to hometowns
Here’s to that holy ground, here’s to hometowns
