It's a town outside of town
Where the streets are only busy with the breeze
And the grocery shelves they stay empty
And the county's dry of gin and whiskey
There's not much to do around here but raise a family
And living's on the poorer side
But the eating is good and the talk is friendly and is understood
That we're all just trying to get by
So my friends and me
We lie awake all night
Getting serenaded by the cicadas in the summertime
Sharing our homemade wine
This place may not be much to some
But to us it's Heaven and Home
Dragging my lonely heart far behind me
I've been wandering
While my baby-to-be lies only in my dreams
There's truth in angels
And in the stories that I've been told
That life will forge his own road girls
And it won't look like gold
So my friends and me
We lie awake all night
Getting serenaded by the cicadas in the summertime
Sharing our homemade wine
This place may not be much to some
But to us it's Heaven and Home