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'tis So Sweet

de Kaleb Brasee

Some people dream of what they may be
Where they may go, what they may see
Just down the road around the bend
Oh, but me, I dream of where I've already been

I dream in blue jeans, ol' Fords
Box fans, back porch
Cotton growin' up to your knees
I dream in Mississipi Moon pies
Mason jars, fireflies
William Faulkner, ol' New Orleans
The only Paris for me is in West Tennessee
If I'm never any other when I lay down to sleep
I dream in Houndstooth, church pews
Rural roots, you'll never outrun 'em
I dream in southern

I've hung my hat in so many places
I've seen the beauty in so many faces that don't feel like home
But that's alright
'Cause every time I close my eyes

I dream in Blue Bell ice cream
Momma calling through the screen
Suppers almost ready to eat
I dream in football, Graceland
Barbecue and Alabama sand slippin' under my feet
If I can't spend my time in sweet Carolina
Don't take too long 'fore Georgia's back on my mind
I dream in symphonies of trains and crickets
Where it's always Christmas or summer (yeah, yeah)
I dream in southern

They say you can't go back
But I can always come back

I dream in blue jeans, ol' Fords
Boxe fans, back porch
Cotton growin' up to your knees
I dream in Mississipi Moon pies
Mason jars, fireflies
William Faulkner, ol' New Orleans
The only Paris for me is in West Tennessee
If I'm never any other when I lay down to sleep
I dream in Houndstooth, church pews
Rural roots, you'll never outrun 'em
I dream in southern

Oh, yeah
I dream in southern

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