Miss My Hometown
Jackie Hibbard/Rick Amburgey

V1
Most Sundays I go down to the church house
Preacher talks about what we got comin’
After this life, paradise, how much better it’s gonna be
But I don’t think I’ll ever be ready to leave

Chorus:
I’d miss Friday nights
Catching fireflies
Sitting round a campfire singing a tune
The smell of Summer In the month of June
Drinking sixers
And going fishing
On the flat water lake all day
And driving a truck down an old 2 lane
Even if that city’s paved in gold
When I get to Heaven
I’ll miss my hometown the most

V2
Can’t see the Jordan but there’s a view of a deer drinking from the creek
Got fresh cut gridiron and people cheering for the home team
Tall pine trees swaying in the breeze, listen to the song of the chickadees
And I don’t think I’ll ever be ready to leave

Repeat Chorus

Bridge:
So many times I’ve talked to Jesus from this back porch swing
Telling him that I ain’t ready to leave

Repeat Chorus