I was born and raised some hell in a small Carolina town.
Where everybody knows your name, and word always gets
around.
I couldn't wait to leave that place for the big city
lights.
Chasin' dreams down the interstate; I had to roll the
dice.
But home was never far from my mind,
Lord, I miss those simple times...
I need a shot of something to set my mind at ease.
I need some southern hospitality.
Front porch sittin' just shootin' the breeze.
I need some southern hospitality.
I played every honky tonk from New York to L.A.
I got a thousand tales to tell bout the times along the
way
Years and miles wear you down, Lord, I've paid the price,
Been all over God's green earth, searchin' for paradise.
And it was there all along,
Lord, I just wanna go back home!
I need a shot of something to set my mind at ease.
I need some southern hospitality.
Front porch sittin' just shootin' the breeze.
I need some southern hospitality.
