That classic leather jacket is in a box up in the attic

My light blue teenage dream car is somewhere in a junkyard

That band I played all summer was a real big one hit wonder

Like that boyfriend from Missouri, I got over in a hurry

Most things in my life just run their course

But then, I walk right back to their front door

And I still ain't sick of home

Sick of them same old roads

Sick of that Walmart parking lot

And if you know, you know

I burn out on everything else

Hell, I'm even kinda over myself

But I'll never get rid of, never get my fill of

No, I don't think I'll ever get sick of home

Sick of home, sick of homesick, sick

Sick of home, sick of home, sick of homesick, sick

No, there ain't nothing flashy

'Bout one stoplight that is flashin'

Everybody knows your business

Middle names and your first kisses

I still ain't grown out of where I grew up

It's where I go when I need space to run

Yeah, still ain't sick of home

Sick of them same old roads

Sick of that Walmart parking lot

And if you know, you know

I burn out on everything else

Hell, I'm even kinda over myself

But I'll never get rid of, never get my fill of

No, I don't think I'll ever get sick of home

Sick of home, sick of homesick, sick

Sick of home, sick of home, sick of homesick, sick

If it ever does get old, I'll let you know

But I just don't

Ever get sick of home

Sick of them same old roads

Sick of that Walmart parking lot

And if you know, you know

I burn out on everything else

Hell, I'm even kinda over myself

But I'll never get rid of, never get my fill of

No, I don't think I'll ever get sick of home

Sick of home, sick of homesick, sick

Sick of home, sick of home, sick of homesick, sick

(I don't think I'll ever get sick of home)

Sick of home, sick of homesick, sick

I'll never get rid of, never get my fill of

No, I don't think I'll ever get sick of home