I Dream In Southern (feat. Kelly Clarkson)

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

Box fans, back porch

Cotton growin' up to your knees

I dream in Mississipi Moon pies

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 Houndstooth, church pews

Rural roots, you'll never outrun 'em

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

Suppers almost ready to eat

I dream in football, Graceland

Barbecue and Alabama sand slippin' under my feet

If I can't spend my time in sweet Carolina

Don't take too long 'fore Georgia's back on my mind

I dream in symphonies of trains and crickets

Where it's always Christmas or 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 pies

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 Houndstooth, church pews

Rural roots, you'll never outrun 'em

I dream in southern

Oh, yeah

I dream in southern