Back To Jackson County

Down by the fishin' hole
Was my favorite place to go
When I was just a kid
In that place that I call home
Where people smiled and waved
As they would pass you by
Oh how I miss that little place
That old hometown of mine

You could hear the whippoorwill calling
From the Cumberland River
Bullfrogs in the spring time
Crickets chirping in the holler
No question in my mind
It was the best years of my life
I'd like to go back
To the old homeplace of mine

You could smell Momma's cooking
As we gathered in thе kitchen
Nap time on the front porch
Thеn we'd do a little pickin'
God, church, family
And down home country music
That's how we lived our lives
At the old homeplace of mine

You could hear the church bells ringin'
Throughout town on Sunday mornin'
The noise on the tin roof
As the rain kept on a' pourin'
Horseback rides in summertime
And picnics on the riverside
That's what we did back then
In the Old homeplace of mine

I'd love to go back
To my home in Jackson County
The memories so sweet
Will forever live within me
Just to smell the honeysuckle vines
And to be with friends of mine
It takes me back in time
To the old homeplace of mine

Yeah I'd like to go back
To the old homeplace of mine