Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Take Me Back, artist - Cypress SpringDate of issue: 25.02.2020
Song language: English
Take Me Back |
| Take me back to them |
| Cotton fields and barb wired fences |
| All the things that I’m missin' |
| Dirt ridin' and nighttime fishin' |
| Hit the river and take a dip |
| And I don’t know why I wanted to leave |
| Something that means so much to me |
| I guess it’s what it took for me to see |
| No matter where I roam the only place I call home |
| Is in the country |
| Way out in the country |
| Huntin', fishin', that’s just how we lived |
| In homes, valley back to my beginin' |
| Learn the skill of skinin' |
| vine filled with thorns |
| We was hidin' in a farm |
| Pond filled with snakes and gators we was divin' in |
| Ain’t nothin' to a country boy |
| Only fear the good Lord and a mama, boy |
| Drive big trucks like a Tonka toy |
| You know them country girls to love a country boy |
| We can get litty on outside of the city |
| Dance in front of the lights on an F250 |
| Windows down crankin' Conway Twitty |
| Takein' me back to them |
| Cotton fields and barb wired fences |
| All the things that I’m missin' |
| Dirt ridin' and nighttime fishin' |
| Hit the river and take a dip |
| And I don’t know why I wanted to leave |
| Something that means so much to me |
| I guess it’s what it took for me to see |
| No matter where I roam the only place I call home |
| Is in the country |
| Let me get the picture real quick |
| So maybe y’all will understand |
| Where I grew up on that family land |
| Papa passed it down to my old man |
| Now that’s where he rocks |
| Back and forth on that front porch |
| Hoo owl off in the distance |
| Moonlight bright as a tiki torch |
| Bonfires and some stinky weed |
| Moonshine and old oak trees |
| Fish jumpin' up out the creek |
| Honey suckles and bumble bees |
| This is my place (My place) |
| This is my home (My home) |
| No matter I go take me, take me, take me, take me |
| Take me back to them |
| Cotton fields and barb wired fences |
| All the things that I’m missin' |
| Dirt ridin' and nighttime fishin' |
| Hit the river and take a dip |
| And I don’t know why I wanted to leave |
| Something that means so much to me |
| I guess it’s what it took for me to see |
| No matter where I roam the only place I call home |
| Is in the country |
| Y’all know 'bout where I was raised |
| Where we pay respects and say grace |
| The name chiseled on local tombs and graves |
| Jones County the place where I was saved |
| A book of sentences I’ve written for miles |
| Like scripture since I was a child |
| Pops laid block but for hours |
| A strong foundation to stand up on and climb |
| Each breath taken I could feel the light |
| Shinin' the songs I sing way back in the pines |
| The memories made always outlast the pain |
| The hourglass drains, I count the grain |
| Lookin' back now I stop and think |
| How long it’ll last, gone in a blink |
| A kid raised up |
| Lord take me, take me |
| Take me back to them |
| Cotton fields and barb wired fences |
| All the things that I’m missin' |
| Dirt ridin' and nighttime fishin' |
| Hit the river and take a dip |
| And I don’t know why I wanted to leave |
| Something that means so much to me |
| I guess it’s what it took for me to see |
| No matter where I roam the only place I call home |
| Is in the country |