Music For The Morning: Saturday Nostalgia

A little bit 'o Heather History for ya here this morning Lovelies! Try to contain your excitement... ;)

This video has a lot of different meanings for me.
Number 1: The artist is Luke Bryan - whom I went to high school with. We grew up together in a town with a population of less than 3000 people. Everybody knew everybody - and we were all friends.

I remember watching Luke in the high school musicals thinking "this guy's gonna make it."

Well - I was right. He made it.

I was there for his first "real" live performance at my best friend's daddy's bar in our small town of Leesburg, GA. This song is about that small town - and what it was like growing up for us. It will always be one of my personal favorites. Every time I watch it I feel like I'm back home - which is comforting to me.

I miss home and I miss this life we used to live that he describes in this song. It's a lot different here in Arizona. I hope this video shows you perhaps just a glimpse of it.

I've included the lyrics down below the video. The Flint River is where we all learned to swim. It's where we went fishing, it's the river that caused the "Flood of the Century" - and then another one a few years later.

Down where I was born was heaven on earth

Where Flint River washes that red Georgia dirt

The sun sets slow and the stars shine bright

We raised cotton and corn a little cane and kids

You either lived on a farm or wished you did

And Jesus always walked close by our side

Where I grew up we rode in trucks

There's a lot about life we learned on the bus

How to lie how to fight how to kiss how to cuss

The closer we sat to the back the smarter we got

We were poor we were ugly we were all best friends

Wide-eyed baptized but still wantin' to sin

Thank God we get more than just one shot

Where I grew up we rode in trucks

That's us haulin' hay in the field with the radio on

That's us headin' straight into town when the work was done

In my mind I can still see us now ridin' down Buck Island Road

It wasn't that long ago

We thought tobacco and beer in a can

Was all it would take to be like our old man

Then I saw how it made my momma cry

It was huntin' and fishin' and football games

Then it was girls and everything changed

Fallin' in and out of love we rode in trucks

That's us with our tailgates down in the parking lot

That's us with mud on our tires when it rained a lot

In my mind I can still see us now ridin' down Buck Island Road

It wasn't that long ago it's a part of my soul yeah

It's a part of my soul yeah

Down where I was born was heaven on earth

Where Flint River washes that red Georgia dirt

The sun sets slow and the stars shine bright

Where I grew up we rode in trucks