Dean Martin — Down Home Alternate Version

Down home, down home There used to be a river and tree Fresh bread every single mornin' And sweet magnolias in the breeze Fishin' lines and young dreams Oh, I can hear them callin' to me But there's no way to get down now 'Cause down home's just a memory Fresh bread every single mornin' And sweet magnolias in the breeze Oh, wish I could leave this big town City livin' ain't livin' to me Well there's no way to get down home No, you can't retrieve it 'Cause when you leave it Your down home's just a memory