| 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 |