Ricky Nelson Down Home
Down home, oh, down home There used to be rivers and trees Fresh bread every single morning And sweet magnolia in the breeze
Oh, fishing lines and young dreams Oh I hear them calling to me But there's no way to get down home 'Cause down home's just a memory
Wish I could leave this big town City living ain't living to me But there's no way to get down home No you can't retrieve it 'Cause once you leave it
Oh, down home's just a memory Down home Oh, down home
