Lyrics

Headin' home from a gig in New York City
Barely used the bed in my sky high room
Yeah, she may be open all night
City a' dreams, white limousine life
But she don't hold a candle
To them barbecues 'n dixie tunes
Talkin' 'bout

My town where the country runs deep
Where every dirt road finds a fishin' creek
I know she's waitin' for me
'n' now I'm headin' home
The sweet sound of a summer time breeze
A dancin' through the pines singin' Let It Be
A band a' crickets callin' me
Now I'm headin' home

Na, na, na-na-na-na
It's alright, 't's alright
Na, na, na-na-na-na
It's alright
I'm headin' home

Seekin' comfort in a Southern disposition
Where honky tonk meets the Bible Belt way a' life
Good ol' boys just praisin' the Lord
Tippin' back whiskey in one accord
The preacher's sittin' with us
So I guess it's gotta be alright
Talkn' 'bout

Chorus (no na-na's)

Solo

My town where the country runs deep
It's alright, 't's alright
My town where the country runs deep
It's alright
I'm headin' home

Chorus