Down Home

Written by：Gerry Goffin/Carole King

Down home oh down home

There used to be rivers and trees

Fresh bread every single morning

And a sweet magnolia in the breeze

Oh

Fishing lines and young dream

Oh I hear them calling to me

But theres no way to get down home

Cause down home's just a memory

Wish I could leave this big town

City living ain't living to me

But there's no way to get down home

You can't retrieve it oh once you leave it

Oh down home's just a memory

Oh down home

Oh down home

Oh