Over in the woods
Is a fort I once made
When I was younger
And my hair hadn’t grayed

Down there is the pond
Where I learned to fish
Just me and my Pappaw
When I was just a kid

Sitting on the back porch
In the Miss’ippi heat
Sipping on a glass
Of Granny’s sweet tea
It’s bringing me back,
Bringing me home,
Bringing me back
To before I was grown

Pappaw drove a Chevy
Never drove a Ford
Went to church on Sunday
So we could praise the Lord

Piling in the truck
And heading into town
Listening to him talk
To whoever was around

I was feeding cows
And learning how
To do all kinds of things
Like baiting hooks
And driving trucks
Man, how times have changed

Now I’m sitting on the back porch
Listening to the breeze
Hearing my childhood
Coming through the trees
It’s calling me back,
Calling me home,
Calling me back
To where I once roamed

Funny how it don’t
Seem quite as big
As it once did
When I was just a kid

When I was running
Through the pastures
Helping plow the fields
Checking out the harvest
Seeing what it yields

I was feeding cows
And learning how
To do all kinds of things
Like baiting hooks
And driving trucks
Man, how times have changed

Now I’m sitting on the back porch
Tears rolling down my face
Thinking bout the good times
I’ve had in this place
It’s calling me back,
Calling me home,
Calling me back
To where I once roamed

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On Day 2 of our vacation this year I mentioned to Tammy that I thought I could write a song but that I needed to start drinking whiskey first. This “song” came to me, whiskey free, as I was driving to spend the night with my grandmother Wednesday night.

I wish I could say I was sitting on the back porch when I wrote it, but the truth is I scribbled it down on paper while I drove.