I dropped by to check on mama, for a minute
I could hear her humming a tune
Through the screen door in the kitchen
She was puttin' the final touches on a homemade pecan pie
And just like always I was, right on time

A little game of guess-who
And I got a hug and, "How's my baby?"
I said, "You know me mama,
I've been hittin' it hard and runnin' like crazy
But I don't wanna bore you with that same old nothing's-new,
I'd rather just pull up this chair and get caught up on you"

Ain't it funny how it all comes back around
I remember when I couldn't wait
To get out of her hair and ditch this town
I was restless and time to move on
Now it's any reason to go back home
That's what's it all about
Yeah, I'm just slowin' down
And gettin' my feet back on the ground

That minute turned into an hour 'fore I knew it
And I got my fill on pie and how everybody's doing
I used to look for every reason in the world to hit that door
And she said, "You want another cup of coffee?"
And I said, "Yeah, I'll take one more"

Ain't it funny how it all comes back around
I remember when I couldn't wait
To get out of her hair and ditch this town
I was restless and time to move on
Now it's any reason to go back home
That's what's it all about
Yeah, I'm just slowin' down
To get my feet back on the ground

And now, I can't go too many days without
Checkin' in, just touchin' base
And just slowin' down, back on the ground
I dropped by to check on mama, for a minute

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Writer(s): Casey Beathard, Neil Thrasher, Tony Martin