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Sunday, January 1, 2012

"Turning Home"

Being at the biggest crossroad of my life, I relate to this song like no other.  I really believe no matter how far you go, you will carry pieces of your life with you.  And if you don't, they come back to find you.  On the other hand, if your like me, you would want every piece of your life to make the 900 mile trek so you could follow your dreams with them right beside you.  Well, to me, this is what this song is.  This has to be one of those songs that you can do math until you turn blue but it still doesn't add up as to why this song still isn't number 1 on the charts.  Everyone can relate to this, maybe not now, but they will one day.

Hopefully, whether your memories are wonderful or bittersweet, we all carry some part of our innocence/childhood/hometown with us every day.  Do yourself a favor and watch the second video.  The best live radio performance I have ever seen!  

FM Radio:
Singer: David Nail
Songwriters: Kenny Chesney, Scooter Carusoe
Song: "Turning Home"

Usually take one last pass through town
Stop the car and touch the ground
Watch those streetlights swayin’ in the breeze
Decorated store fronts
Rusty old gas pumps
Try to fill my mind up
With somethin’ before I go
Picture postcard memories
You know they always make for good company

I don’t know no town
Like the old town
Even when the miles are many
I feel like I’m still around
Deep inside me
Like rings through an oak tree
Yeah, there something ‘bout a Sunday when I’m gone
That keeps me turning home

I’m standin’ here beneath these billboard lights
Takes me back to those autumn nights
Hometown bleachers packed real tight
As we marched down the field
My feet would swing from a dropped tailgate
Out on Airport Road real late
No one could walk a line too straight
We usually made it home alright
And glory days I cant re-live
Stories I’ll never forget

And I don’t know no friends
Like the old friends
I never seem to laugh now
Like I did with them
But deep inside me
A piece of history
Yeah, I hear their voices even though they’re gone
And it keeps me turning home

Never twice the same way does it start
And sure enough she stole my heart
On the old gym floor, spinnin’ round and round one night
And though we both tried hard to wait
We sure did love the taste
Of the sweet love being made and prayin’ I got it right
Graduation came and went
Along with all the time we spent

And I don’t know no love
Like the first love
When I think about the best times
She’s the one I think of
Deep inside me
All though the taste is bittersweet
I see her smilin’ even though she’s gone
And it keeps me turning home, yeah
And it keeps me turning home

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