SINGIN BOUT HOME

Southern Sunday, front porch Tennessee

Daddy on a worn down flat top, Mama on the ivory keys

I'd Join in, with harmony

Mama, Daddy and me singin bout home

Hog roast hoedown, summer in the country

Bluegrass sawin from a fiddle, lemonade and sweet tea

Folks stop by, bring friends and family

Fire flies, moonlit night, folks dancin in the yard

Singin bout home, singin with family are the best days of my life

Singin with heart, here in Tennessee, we sing with country pride

Down home country music, born in these hollers and the hillsides

Bred in my blood, singin bout home, true to my heart

Kin folk been here, since seventeen seventy

Generations of music and love in the songs we sing

Roots run deep, here in Tennessee

Thank the Lord my man and kids are here with me

Singin bout home, singin with family are the best days of my life

Singin with heart, here in Tennessee, we sing with country pride

Down home country music, born in these hollers and the hillsides

Bred in my blood, singin bout home, true to my heart

Down home country music, born in these hollers and the hillsides

Bred in my blood, singin bout home, true to my heart

Bred in my blood, singin bout home, true to my heart

Singin bout home, home sweet home, true to my heart

Written by Nat Vickery and Daryl Speights.

Vocals by Dana Jordan.

Produced and recorded by Dana and Ben Jordan at Music City Tunes, Nashville. http://musiccitytunes.com/