DESCRIPTION:
Original Song - piano, guitar, vocals

Man I miss those hot, summer nights
Back of a truck bed and the stars shine so bright -
I wanna go home.
Days spent by the riverside, pickin my six string
beneath the trees so high.
I wanna go home.
Please take me home.

Peelin out on an old country road,
drinkin water straight from the hose,
back where the honeysuckle grows...

In a place where people wave when they pass,
and they look you in the eye when they ask
if you're doin OK,
and the valley turns a brilliant green,
collectin water from the mountain stream,
I wanna go home.
So please take me home.

Peelin out on an old country road,
drinkin water straight from the hose,
back where the honeysuckle grows.

Funny all the things you miss so much,
open space, the lack of rush.
Gotta leave this jungle,
escape the concrete jungle
and go home...

Peelin out on an old country road,
drinkin water straight from the hose,
back where the honeysuckle grows.

Spinnin' brodies on an old country road,
drinkin water straight from the hose,
where you can get all your ducks in a row.