Verse 1
It’s gotta probably never heard of name
And a hand full of red lights down main
And a whole lot of white picket
The court house clock not tickin’
I got a breakfast spot called quick stop
When I go home it’s my first stop
To order my favorites
The same old lady still make it
And I roll the map
That’s on the back of my hand
Little streets most folks would pass
And not look back
But to a couple folks like me
Chorus
It’s home sweet hometown
Where you keep your first sins
Your amens, your kinfolks, your old friends
Home sweet hometown
Everybody’s got one, or forgot one
Or maybe they’re still caught in one
Yeah, we all try to leave this place
And chase them big dreams down
But the world can leave a bitter taste
Without home sweet hometown
Verse 2
You can change the sign, you can change the name
But the old flame’s still the old flame
Whether it’s a dive bar
Or the first time in your first car
That old high school, that crazy crew
That mustang midnight black
Your daddy’s smile and your momma’s tears
Always makes you glad you’re here when you come back
Chorus
Home sweet hometown
Where you keep your first sins
Your amens, your kinfolks, your old friends
Home sweet hometown
Everybody’s got one, or forgot one
Or maybe they’re still caught in one
Yeah, we all try to leave this place
And chase them big dreams down
But the world can leave a bitter taste
Without home sweet hometown
Bridge
I’m Sussex country born and raise
Got family roots and my daddy’s grave
No matter where I go
This place is always home
Chorus
It’s home sweet hometown
Where you keep your first sins
Your amens, your kinfolks, your old friends
Home sweet hometown
Everybody’s got one, or forgot one
Or maybe they’re still caught in one
Yeah, we all try to leave this place
And chase them big dreams down
But the world can leave a bitter taste
Without home sweet hometown
Home sweet hometown
Home sweet hometown
Home sweet hometown
Home sweet hometown
” Home Sweet Hometown (LANCO) ” Song Meaning
Verse 1
It’s gotta probably never heard of name
And a hand full of red lights down main
And a whole lot of white picket
The court house clock not tickin’
I got a breakfast spot called quick stop
When I go home it’s my first stop
To order my favorites
The same old lady still make it
And I roll the map
That’s on the back of my hand
Little streets most folks would pass
And not look back
But to a couple folks like me
Chorus
It’s home sweet hometown
Where you keep your first sins
Your amen
