Song | Sounds Like Home |
Artist | Blue County |
Album | Blue County |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Rolling around this hotel bed awake at 3 am | |
Cleaning out the mini bar ringing you again | |
I’ve already called you 14 times just to say goodnight | |
I need to hear one more i love you before i douse the lights | |
Your voice sounds like home to me | |
I hear the dancin’ of the raindrops | |
While we tumble in the hayloft | |
You’re laughing at my bad jokes | |
Singing oh so sweet | |
I hear the creaking of the screendoor | |
Bare feet on a wooden floor | |
But to hear you whisper my name | |
Is all i really need | |
Cause your voice sounds like home to me | |
I know you’re lying in that cotton gown | |
You’re trying to fall asleep | |
The phone keeps ringing off the wall | |
I’m sure you roll your eyes at me | |
You know that i get fragile when i get off the farm | |
But you keep me held together | |
With that east tennessee charm | |
Your voice sounds like home to me | |
I hear the dancin’ of the raindrops | |
While we tumble in the hayloft | |
You’re laughing at my bad jokes | |
Singing oh so sweet | |
I hear the creaking of the screendoor | |
Bare feet on a wooden floor | |
But to hear you whisper my name | |
Is all i really need | |
Cause your voice sounds like home to me | |
It’s clear as a church bell ringin’ a mile away | |
Sweet as watermelon on a warm sunny day | |
Pure as homemade whiskey | |
Strong as a bluebird’s song | |
Baby keep on talkin to me | |
I hear the dancin’ of the raindrops | |
While we tumble in the hayloft | |
You’re laughing at my bad jokes | |
Singing oh so sweet | |
The creaking of the screendoor | |
And bare feet on a wooden floor | |
But to hear you whisper my name | |
Is all i really need | |
Oh your voice sounds like home to me |
Rolling around this hotel bed awake at 3 am | |
Cleaning out the mini bar ringing you again | |
I' ve already called you 14 times just to say goodnight | |
I need to hear one more i love you before i douse the lights | |
Your voice sounds like home to me | |
I hear the dancin' of the raindrops | |
While we tumble in the hayloft | |
You' re laughing at my bad jokes | |
Singing oh so sweet | |
I hear the creaking of the screendoor | |
Bare feet on a wooden floor | |
But to hear you whisper my name | |
Is all i really need | |
Cause your voice sounds like home to me | |
I know you' re lying in that cotton gown | |
You' re trying to fall asleep | |
The phone keeps ringing off the wall | |
I' m sure you roll your eyes at me | |
You know that i get fragile when i get off the farm | |
But you keep me held together | |
With that east tennessee charm | |
Your voice sounds like home to me | |
I hear the dancin' of the raindrops | |
While we tumble in the hayloft | |
You' re laughing at my bad jokes | |
Singing oh so sweet | |
I hear the creaking of the screendoor | |
Bare feet on a wooden floor | |
But to hear you whisper my name | |
Is all i really need | |
Cause your voice sounds like home to me | |
It' s clear as a church bell ringin' a mile away | |
Sweet as watermelon on a warm sunny day | |
Pure as homemade whiskey | |
Strong as a bluebird' s song | |
Baby keep on talkin to me | |
I hear the dancin' of the raindrops | |
While we tumble in the hayloft | |
You' re laughing at my bad jokes | |
Singing oh so sweet | |
The creaking of the screendoor | |
And bare feet on a wooden floor | |
But to hear you whisper my name | |
Is all i really need | |
Oh your voice sounds like home to me |
Rolling around this hotel bed awake at 3 am | |
Cleaning out the mini bar ringing you again | |
I' ve already called you 14 times just to say goodnight | |
I need to hear one more i love you before i douse the lights | |
Your voice sounds like home to me | |
I hear the dancin' of the raindrops | |
While we tumble in the hayloft | |
You' re laughing at my bad jokes | |
Singing oh so sweet | |
I hear the creaking of the screendoor | |
Bare feet on a wooden floor | |
But to hear you whisper my name | |
Is all i really need | |
Cause your voice sounds like home to me | |
I know you' re lying in that cotton gown | |
You' re trying to fall asleep | |
The phone keeps ringing off the wall | |
I' m sure you roll your eyes at me | |
You know that i get fragile when i get off the farm | |
But you keep me held together | |
With that east tennessee charm | |
Your voice sounds like home to me | |
I hear the dancin' of the raindrops | |
While we tumble in the hayloft | |
You' re laughing at my bad jokes | |
Singing oh so sweet | |
I hear the creaking of the screendoor | |
Bare feet on a wooden floor | |
But to hear you whisper my name | |
Is all i really need | |
Cause your voice sounds like home to me | |
It' s clear as a church bell ringin' a mile away | |
Sweet as watermelon on a warm sunny day | |
Pure as homemade whiskey | |
Strong as a bluebird' s song | |
Baby keep on talkin to me | |
I hear the dancin' of the raindrops | |
While we tumble in the hayloft | |
You' re laughing at my bad jokes | |
Singing oh so sweet | |
The creaking of the screendoor | |
And bare feet on a wooden floor | |
But to hear you whisper my name | |
Is all i really need | |
Oh your voice sounds like home to me |