Passin' Thru Lyrics

If you take a left right there
At the end of Preston Road
You'll reach a house that was my first idea
Of somewhere I'd call home
Can't remember every detail
But there are certain things that stick
Like how my mama taught me manners
And papa taught me how to fish
Off of Exit 315
Me and my buddies used to hang
Starting fires and making trouble
Hit the mud after it'd rain

There's a lingering nostalgia in the air
Memories of the old me everywhere
This little town that made me
Will forever bare my youth
But I was never destined to build roots
No, I'm just passing through

Funny how the times have changed
Gone is grass that used to grow Hell, it seems like yesterday
Her eyes were all I'd ever know
Sometimes I miss those simple days
Four wheel drives and red clay roads
Reminiscing's so much clearer
Reflecting through my rear view mirror

There's a lingering nostalgia in the air
Memories of the old me everywhere
This little town that made me
Will forever bare my youth
But I was never destined to build roots
No, I'm just passing through

There's a lingering nostalgia in the air
Memories of the old me everywhere
This little town that made me
Will forever bare my youth
But I was never destined to build roots
No, I'm just passing through

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