I've spent hours Too many to keep count Kicking and throwing that ball Looking for solid ground An outdoor lamp Or two were victims to my crime But nothing mama Wouldn't get over, over time It doesn't matter How many years fly by It's the place I'm thinking of When I close my eyes Tucked between the sea And the mountain tops With the smell of green grass And growing crops I was raised with Waylon, Johnny, Alan And Garth singing 'bout their own Where I call home Something 'bout being here Takes me right to memory lane Back to time of castles And paper planes A smooth rewind to me And daddy fixing cars A flashback to all The bruises and scars It's where a young country Boy found his soul Trying to be a good ole boy Where he's gonna grow old Tucked between the sea And the mountain tops With the smell of green grass And growing crops I was raised with Waylon, Johnny, Alan And Garth singing 'bout their own Where I call home It's where I first kissed And where I learned to drive Where I cried when we lost the title in '05 I was raised with Waylon, Johnny, Alan And Garth singing 'bout their own Tucked between the sea And the mountain tops With the smell of green grass And growing crops I was raised with Waylon, Johnny, Alan And Garth singing 'bout their own Where I call home Where I call home Where I call home