Whole Lotta Hometowns
lily rose Lyrics

Every time that I'm drivin' down I-85
Whenever I'm cruising down the highway I-85

Doesn't hit me 'til that exit sign
It doesn't fully sink in until I see the sign for the exit

Better stop at the shop to see Ron and say hi
I should make a detour to visit the shop and greet Ron

It's a little outta the way
It's slightly off the usual route

But I miss those faces, places 'round my
However, I yearn for those familiar people and locations from my

Growin' up, stompin' grounds
childhood and adolescent stomping grounds

There's a whole lotta hometowns
There are many towns that feel like home

Whole lotta Main Streets
Numerous vibrant main streets

Whole lotta parkin' lots packed for the home team
Plenty of parking lots filled with supporters of the local sports team

Whole lotta post-game parties
Plentiful celebrations after the games

And their pocket fifths tipped to the sky, oh-oh
People raising their small liquor bottles towards the sky in cheer

Might be called different names
These towns may have distinct names

But they all look the same
However, they share a similar appearance

Different numbers on the population sign
The population signs may display varying numbers

There's a whole lotta hometowns
There are numerous towns that evoke a sense of home

Yeah, but only one of them's mine
Yet, only one of them truly belongs to me

Most of 'em got a Waffle House
Most of them have a Waffle House restaurant

Where you go when you're wasted, but
A place where you end up when you're intoxicated, but

Did your friends get kicked out for
Did your companions get ejected for

Talkin' back to the waitress?
Disrespecting or arguing with the waitress?

Every year when the summer came
Every time summer arrived

Everybody knew we
Everyone was aware that we

Hit the spot with the rope swing on the Chattahoochee
Visited the location with the rope swing on the Chattahoochee River

Been around the block from coast to coast
Traveled extensively from one coast to another

Just long enough to know
But only for a sufficient duration to understand

Doesn't matter where you started
It doesn't matter where you originated

Doesn't matter where you go
It doesn't matter where you're heading

Every time you stop for gas
Whenever you make a pit stop for fuel

Somebody calls that map dot home
There's always someone who calls that small location their home