Lyrics

We chased neon dreams down Music Row
With borrowed suits and a radio show
Played every bar they’d let us in
Waiting on that big break to begin
Label man said, Boys you ain’t the sound
Said musics changing, this ain't your town
We walked outside in the pouring rain
Wondering where we went wrong again

Let’s go back to Fort Payne
Where the songs don’t have to change
Where the front porch lights still shine
And the truth is in every line
Where the crowd knows every name
And the roots run through our veins
We were lost in the big-time game
Till we found ourselves back in Fort Payne

Loaded the van and drove all night
Through Alabama under moonlight
Pulled in town by the county line
Felt that old hometown pride
Mama’s cooking and a small-town stage
A hundred good folks and a plywood place
When we played our first old song again
Man it felt like breathing in

Back here in Fort Payne
Where the songs don’t have to change
Where the front porch lights still shine
And the truth is in every line
Where the crowd knows every name
And the roots run through our veins
We were lost in the big-time game
Till we found ourselves back in Fort Payne

Funny how a dream can turn around
When you stop chasing the Nashville sound
Sometimes the road that gets you free
Is the one that leads back home to be

Yeah we’re back in Fort Payne
Where the songs don’t have to change
Where the steel guitars still cry
And the truth don’t need disguise
Where the crowd knows every name
And the roots run through our veins
Yeah we lost that record deal one day
But we found our soul in Fort Payne
Yeah the road brought us back again
To the little stage in Fort Payne.