Ain't nothin' but a cigarette, scratch-off, stop on your way to somewhere
The only thing higher than the corn are steeples and the price of gas
Only got one stoplight, one diner
Where a few good old timers still livin' in their glory days
It's just Main Street and a court house
There ain't much to talk about, but we make the most of this place

We put the back in the road when we pull off the highway
The score on the board on a November Friday
The, "Hey, how you been?" When you ain't been around
Home in a hometown
We put the punch in the clock 'cause that's just what we do
Put cold on the beer when the work week's through
Put the raise of my pride in a little white house
And the home in the hometown

Put the fire in the field and the country on the radio station
We put our tails on gates, fill 'em up when our cup needs raising, yeah
A bunch of ball caps and blue jeans, hey
Nah, it really ain't a new thing

We put the back in the road when we pull off the highway
The score on the board on a November Friday
The, "Hey, how you been?" When you ain't been around
Home in a hometown
We put the punch in the clock 'cause that's just what we do
Put cold on the beer when the work week's through
Put the raise of my pride in a little white house
And the home in the hometown

You got your home team, your home boys
That drawl and the y'all in your your home voice
That down home girl, when it's said and done
Yeah, that's a home run

We put the back in the road when we pull off the highway
The score on the board on a November Friday
The, "Hey, how you been?" When you ain't been around, yeah
We put the punch in the clock 'cause that's just what we do
Put cold on the beer when the work week's through
Put the raise of my pride in a little white house
And the home in the hometown
Yeah, we're the home in the hometown

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Writer(s): Ash Bowers, Matt Rogers, Matt Stell