Cash Poor. Dirt Rich
Released May 2017
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Lyrics

Poundin' posts down the field line
Home quarter off the four mile road
Just south of the street lights
Was a little place that I called home

Had it all in the palm of my hands
Mamma and daddy always gave there all
Feeling love is the most i remember and Homemade bread after school ya'll
It wasn't long after i moved on that piece of ground got sold
A new family making memories in the house that i call home

Some folks say to move on and never look back
Oh but she takes me right back
To feeling like that kid again its like going back home
Ten year old looking to the sky with clay between his toes
That sunshine on my skin
That old familiar friend
Like the old song playing on my daddy's radio
Ya she takes me back home

Putting steel in the cold ground
Do my best to try to make ends meet
I like my boss but it's not home to me
She walked in under grace and fire and Caught my eye like a muscle car
Never been much about the babies but Families number one in her heart
I took her to the house that I had once called a home
Talked about settling down and having kids of our own

Nine months came and went
And i was waiting on my son
When the doc came in and smiled
Said she's pretty like her mom

Feeling like that kid again it's like going back home
Chasing her up and down the hallway
With her pretty pink toes
That sunshine on my skin
That old familiar friend
Like the old song playing on my daddy's radio
That little girl she makes our house a home
She takes me back home