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Usually take one last pass through town

Stop the car and touch the ground

Watch those streetlights swayin' in the breeze

Decorated store fronts

Rusty old gas pumps

Try to fill my mind up

With somethin' before I go

Picture postcard memories

You know they always make for good company

I don't know no town

Like the old town

Even when the miles are many

I feel like I'm still around

Deep inside me

Like rings through an oak tree

Yeah, there something 'bout a Sunday when I'm gone

That keeps me turning home

I'm standin' here beneath these billboard lights

Takes me back to those autumn nights

Hometown bleachers packed real tight

As we marched down the field

My feet would swing from a dropped tailgate

Out on Airport Road real late

No one could walk a line too straight

We usually made it home alright

And glory days I cant re-live

Stories I'll never forget

And I don't know no friends

Like the old friends

I never seem to laugh now

Like I did with them

But deep inside me

A piece of my history

Yeah, I hear their voices even though they're gone

Yeah it keeps me turning home

Never twice the same way does it start

And sure enough she stole my heart

On the old gym floor, spinnin' round and round one night

And though we both tried hard to wait

We sure did love the taste

Of the sweet love being made and prayin' I got it right

Graduation came and went

Along with all the time we spent

And I don't know no love

Like the first love

When I think about the best times

She's the one I think of

Deep inside me

All though the taste is bittersweet

I see her smilin' even though she's gone

And it keeps me turning home, yeah

It keeps me turning home