ROUND HERE

state football champs in ‘59
it says so on that green and white “Welcome” sign
there’s funnel cakes at the county fair
on July 4th there’s flags most everywhere
skyscraper silos
a big screen movie show
lots of Henry Fords and John Deere’s

CHORUS
Round here I learned to walk
I rode my bike around with no shoes on
And I got my first kiss
Yeah there ain’t no other place like this
Not for me
I’ll tell anybody I’m proud to be
From round here

The blacktop down on Johnson Lane
Still wears the scars from the tires on my old Chevrolet
You can take the trail to Willow Creek
That old rope’s still strong enough if you want to swing
We had campouts in the backyard
Caught lightning bugs in mason jars
Grandma grew tomatoes every year

CHORUS

No hard times, bad luck gonna change me
The roots run way too deep

Round here I learned to walk
I learned to catch and throw and hit a baseball
And I got my first kiss
Yeah there ain’t no other place like this
Not for me
I’ll tell anybody I’m proud to be
From round here
Where you from? I’m from round here