Kaleb Lee, Kelly Clarkson - I Dream in Southern

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 Boxe fans, back porch Cotton growin' up to your knees I dream in Mississipi moon Past 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 ham stew, Church pews No, ain't you never 'round, oh no 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 Someone's almost ready to hit I dream in football, Graceland Barbecue in Alabama sand slippin' under my feet If I can spend my time in sweet Carolina Don't take too long for Georgia's back on my mind I dream in symphonies of trains and crickets Where it's always Christmas for 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 Past 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 ham stew, Church pews No, ain't you never 'round, oh no I dream in Southern Oh yeah I dream in Southern