Sanoja: Rehab. Graffiti The World. This Town.

Hook:
This town is my home, it's deep in my soul
That's why I'm at home even when I'm on the road

Grew up in the backdrop of a small town
Nissan truck dropped down, Volkswagen Rabbit with the top down
Sittin on bbs's ? how that sound
Yeah, ya'll remember that don't ya
That's where I come from, Houston County
No distance a tour bus can take me
Make me forget, getting my ass whipped
In the parkin lot of Mazzios
Skippin church the first time I heard
Planet Rock come out a boom box
That may be the day God saved my soul, soul
I take a little bit of everything I ever learned with me anywhere on this globe I go
Nobody can take that, I think back
Linda May gave me the name
Now Danny Boone's in your radio
And for those that think that I changed, I did
The world out there took a naive kid
Scarred his heart and beat him down and this song's me comin back around from outta town what up folk

Hook:
This town is my home, it's deep in my soul
That's why I'm at home even when I'm on the road

Northside High School, makin beats on the top of my desk whenever the teacher left the room
Three years of ridin the bench wantin to play more than the last thirteen seconds of the game
Tryin to get a name, hangin with the hoodlums
My girlfriend ended up doin every one of them
None of em ever thought I knew, but I do
But it's cool, cuz I used to do your Boo too
Stealing cigarettes and malt liquor, rockin the pep rally in a cardigan sweater
Vowed that I would quit partying never
But now we got death and meth and nothing left but questions in our minds
And do you think this town is ever going to change in our time.
It's in the sky, a mile high
It's on your table, that black label
It's in your locker, that bottle of vodka
Sardines, eh and pork and beans

Hook:
This town is my home, it's deep in my soul
That's why I'm at home even when I'm on the road

I sit on the trunk of a 66 Pontiac, where the party at
I'm askin my kinfolk as the sun gets low
Can I get a hit of your cognac
Hell no, ya'll know, ain't nothing but a corner left
Did ya'll hear about Peanut, he nutted up
Four police cars, he was raising hell
Took mace and billy club to shut him up
Well, been sittin here by myself
Drinkin Easy Jesus with a dime to sell
Laying low cause I just got out of jail myself
One of these days I'm gonna leave this place
And ya'll might never ever see my face again
Friends been friends since we were little bitty
Now we're grown and this is our home

Hook:
This town is my home, it's deep in my soul
That's why I'm at home even when I'm on the road