Where I grew up

Porch swing creaks in the morning breeze

Grandma's baking bread,

hummin' with the bees

Grandpa's boots are muddy by the door

Woodpile high,

boots upon the floor (mmmmm)

Time moved slower out under the pine

Simpler days in the sweet sunshine

Oh, the gravel roads and the kitchen light

Grandpa's stories keeping back the night

Grandma's hands holding onto mine

We had everything we needed down the line (yeah)

Grandpa taught me how to work the land

Said a promise is a promise

with a shake of hand

Grandma tucked me in beneath the quilt

On a foundation that love and sweat built (ahhhh)

Oh, the gravel roads and the kitchen light

Grandpa's stories keeping back the night

Grandma's hands holding onto mine

We had everything we needed down the line

Everything we needed

Down the line (hummmm)