Ain't nothing but a cigarette

Scratch-off, stop on your way to somewhere

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 living in their glory days

It's just Main Street and courthouse

Ain't much to talk about

We make the most of this place

We puts 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

Put the punch in the clock

'Cause that's just what we do

Put cold on the beer

When the work weeks through

Put the raise of my pride in a little White House

And my home in a hometown

Put the fire in the field and the country on the radio station

We put our tails on gates and fill 'em up when our cups need raising, yeah

Bunch of ball caps and blue jeans, ay

And it really ain't no new thing

Puts 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

Put the punch in the clock

'Cause that's just what we do

Put cold on the beer

When the work weeks through

Put the raise of my pride in a little White House

And my home in a hometown

Got your home team, homeboys

That drawl and the y'all in your, your home voice

Down home girl, when it's said and done

Yeah, that's a home run

Puts 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 weeks through

Put the raise of my pride in a little White House

And my home in a hometown

Yeah, with a home in a hometown