Down Home

(Carole King - Gerry Goffin)



Down home, oh, down home

There used to be rivers and trees

Fresh bread every single morning

And sweet magnolia in the breeze.



Oh, fishing lines and young dreams

Oh, I hear them calling to me

But there's no way to get down home

'Cause down home's just a memory.



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Wish I could leave this big town

City living ain't living to me

But there's no way to get down home

No, you can't retrieve it 'cause once you leave it

Oh, down homes just a memory.



Down home, oh, down home...