That's The Kinda Place

Out where the red rust grows Sunday mornin' swings low Put your finger on the middle of nowhere We lived right there Where the stars just beg you to wish on 'em The home team ain't got no quit on 'em You're either sittin' 'round Waitin' on Jesus or the county fair We were backroad, barbed wire fence, row runners Dancin' to the beat of that small town drummer Singin' through the radio static We didn't know how good we had it We were Texaco parkin' lot, streetlight dreamin' 'Bout eighteen, headin' where the grass gets greener The place you fall out and back in love with That's the kinda place I grew up in You never think you'll miss the slow-down of it Learnin' lessons from the hard times of it Until you get a few miles between the grown-up you And all the used-to-be's We were backroad, barbed wire fence, row runners Dancin' to the beat of that small town drummer Singin' through the radio static We didn't know how good we had it We were Texaco parkin' lot, streetlight dreamin' 'Bout eighteen, headin' where the grass gets greener The place you fall out and back in love with That's the kinda place I grew up in Yeah, we were backroad, barbed wire fence, row runners Dancin' to the beat of that small town drummer Singin' through the radio static We didn't know how good we had it We were Texaco parkin' lot, streetlight dreamin' 'Bout eighteen, headin' where the grass gets greener The place you fall out and back in love with That's the kinda place I grew up in Yeah, that's the kinda place That's the kinda place that I grew up in (Whoa, that's where I'm from) Well now, that's the kinda place (Whoa, I'm comin' home) That I grew up in (Whoa, that's where I'm from) I'm comin' home, I'm comin' home (Whoa, I'm comin' home) (Whoa, that's where I'm from) I mighta left, but I'm comin' back now, baby (Whoa, I'm comin' home)