Calhoun County
Calhoun County
Walking through old town seems like yesterday. I can smell the honey suckle on the vines. I can see my mammy sitting on the front porch and papa playing his guitar. A dusty trail I used to walk and rows of corn stalks reminds me of things that I love most. The place I long for, a place that I know most Just a small town I moved from long ago.
Chorus Where the river meets the open ocean and fields of cotton growing tall. It's the place that I love, the place I call home. Calhoun County your the one I'm dreaming of.
It's been years since I've gone back to my home place. Back to the farm at dead mule hill. Where my childhood days were spent fishing and playing in the creek behind the bend. Oh how sweet memories linger, of times and worries I just didn't have. A small town girl with dreams to see the world. How I long to see you once again