Eli Winders - Pack My Hometown

Folded up my favorite jeans, of course I grabbed my boots
Can’t forget my guitar, and the dream I’m holding to
Suitcase in the back and the open road ahead
If I can cross that county line who knows how far I’ll get

And here I am hugging necks and saying my goodbyes
Before I buckle up and drive away for one last time
I always dreamed of bigger things outside of this small town
I never thought the day I’d leave would ever roll around
I’m all packed up and ready but I’m missing just one thing
I wish I could pack my hometown and bring it on to Tennessee

When I turn by grandma’s house
I’ll honk the horn and wave
Look out in the backyard
Where us grandkids used to play
Crossing Little River, I’ll see the rope swing off the bank
And the cooler that we left by the tree we carved our names

When I pass my high school
I might slow down just a bit
To think about my best friends
And the girl I’m in love with
They don’t teach you moving on
Those classrooms or sidelines
And following your heart
Might mean leaving it behind

Well here I am hugging necks and saying my goodbyes
Before I buckle up and drive away until next time
I always dreamed of bigger things outside of this small town
But I never thought the day I’d leave would ever roll around
I’m all packed up and ready but I’m missing just one thing
I wish I could pack my hometown and bring it on to Tennessee

My dad kicks the tires
Momma’s holding back the tears
My two little brothers are sad to see me outta here
I’m all packed up and ready but I’m missing just one thing
I wish I could pack my hometown and bring it on to Tennessee