Carole King
Down Home
Down home, oh, down home
There used to be rivers and trees
Fresh bread every single morning
And sweet magnolia in the breeze

Oh, fishing lines and young dreams
Oh, I hear them calling to me
But there's no way to get down home
'Cause down home's just a memory

Wish I could leave this big town
City living just ain't living to me
But there's no way to get down home
You can't retrieve it
'Cause once you leave it
Down home's just a memory

Down home is just a memory
Down home is just a memory
Down home is just a memory
Down home is just a memory