Take me back home

I still know that store With the red screen door And the bell that sang When I walked inside The gas pumps hissed By the grain bin road And the creek ran brown After summer rain Every mile I go Keeps pulling me back To the porch light glow And the names I lack Take me back home Down Mason Creek Road I left a piece of me In the dust and the cold Take me back home Where the iron gate swings I hear my mama call In a hundred small things My old dog’s gone now But I still see him run Past the ballfield fence In the sinking sun The churchyard pine And the bakery line Hold my whole first life Like a pocket knife Every road I know Turns into that view To the faded sign And the sky so blue Take me back home Down Mason Creek Road I left a piece of me In the dust and the cold Take me back home Where the iron gate swings I hear my mama call In a hundred small things If I close my eyes I’m there in the yard With a screen door slam And a deck of cards One day I’ll return With my hands undone Lay my tired bones Where I came from Take me back home Down Mason Creek Road I left a piece of me In the dust and the cold Take me back home Where the iron gate swings I hear my mama call In a hundred small things