- Missouri Limestone
- Down along the border in the southwest corner of the Ozarks
- There’s a place my heart always calls home
- But I been gone too many years
- Seen my hopes and dreams start to look like fears
- And I feel lost, but that’s my cross to bear
- P.C
- When the nights are long and the road is rough
- I dig deep y’all and sure enough
- I’m still made up of that gritty stuff
- Chorus:
- I’m strong, like the ground I grew from
- Underneath my skin my bones are forged from
- Missouri limestone
- V2:
- Like a path in the rock cut by the river over time
- Barefoot and blind, sure nuff I could find my way, I could find my way back
- To the fields and the woods where I cut my teeth
- On simple country living, sure sounds good to me right now (oh ya)
- Sounds so sweet to me
- When this city’s cold and I’m all alone
- I hear a whispering in my bones
- Saying girl it’s time to get on home
- -Chorus-
- Bridge:
- Where summer nights sound like Locusts and bullfrogs singing songs
- Where July tastes like a red-ripe tomato off the vine
- Where Sweet Tea, is brewed up daily, well that feels like home
- Chorus
- Missouri Limestone
- Missouri Limestone
- Down along the border in the southwest corner of the Ozarks
- There’s a place my heart always calls home
- But I been gone too many years
- Seen my hopes and dreams start to look like fears
- And I feel lost, but that’s my cross to bear
- P.C
- When the nights are long and the road is rough
- I dig deep y’all and sure enough
- I’m still made up of that gritty stuff
- Chorus:
- I’m strong, like the ground I grew from
- Underneath my skin my bones are forged from
- Missouri limestone
- V2:
- Like a path in the rock cut by the river over time
- Barefoot and blind, sure nuff I could find my way, I could find my way back
- To the fields and the woods where I cut my teeth
- On simple country living, sure sounds good to me right now (oh ya)
- Sounds so sweet to me
- When this city’s cold and I’m all alone
- I hear a whispering in my bones
- Saying girl it’s time to get on home
- -Chorus-
- Bridge:
- Where summer nights sound like Locusts and bullfrogs singing songs
- Where July tastes like a red-ripe tomato off the vine
- Where Sweet Tea, is brewed up daily, well that feels like home
- Chorus
- Missouri Limestone
