Song

I Dream in Southern

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Lyricist: Brandy Clark, Josh Osborne & Shane McAnally     Composer: Brandy Clark, Josh Osborne & Shane McAnally



Some people dream of what they may be
Where they may go, what they may see
Just down the road around the bend
Oh, but me, I dream of where I've already been

I dream in blue jeans, ol' Fords
Boxe fans, back porch
Cotton growin' up to your knees
I dream in Mississipi moon
Past Mason Jars Fireflies
William Faulkner, ol' New Orleans
The only Paris for me is in West Tennessee
If I'm never any other when I lay down to sleep
I dream in the Church pews
Ain't you never 'round, oh no
I dream in Southern

I've hung my hat in so many places
I've seen the beauty in so many faces that don't feel like home
But that's alright
'Cause every time I close my eyes

I dream in blue bell, ice cream
Momma calling through the screen
Someone's almost ready to hit
I dream in football, Graceland
Barbecue in Alabama sand slippin' under my feet
If I can spend my time in sweet Carolina
Don't take too long 'for Georgia's back on my mind
I dream in symphonies of trains and crickets
Where it's always Christmas for summer (Yeah, Yeah)
I dream in Southern

They say you can't go back
But I can always come back

I dream in blue jeans, ol' Fords
Boxe fans, back porch
Cotton growin' up to your knees
I dream in Mississipi moon
Past Mason Jars Fireflies
William Faulkner, ol' New Orleans
The only Paris for me is in West Tennessee
If I'm never any other when I lay down to sleep
I dream in the Church pews
Ain't you never 'round, oh no
I dream in Southern

Oh yeah
I dream in Southern