I Dream in Southern - Kaleb Lee/Kelly Clarkson

Lyrics by：Shane McAnally/Josh Osborne/Brandy Clark

Composed by：Shane McAnally/Josh Osborne/Brandy Clark

Some people dream of what they may be

Where they may go what they may see

Just down the road around the bend

Oh but me I dream of where I've already been

I dream in blue jeans ol' Fords

Box fans back porch

Cotton growin' up to your knees

I dream in Mississipi moon pies

Mason Jars Fireflies

William Faulkner ol' New Orleans

The only Paris for me is in West Tennessee

If I'm never any other when I lay down to sleep

I dream in Houndstooth Church pews

Rural roots you'll never outrun 'em

I dream in Southern

I've hung my hat in so many places

I've seen the beauty in so

Many faces that don't feel like home

But that's alright

'Cause every time I close my eyes

I dream in Blue Bell ice cream

Momma calling through the screen

Suppers almost ready to eat

I dream in football Graceland

Barbecue and Alabama sand slippin' under my feet

If I can't spend my time in sweet Carolina

Don't take too long 'fore Georgia's back on my mind

I dream in symphonies of trains and crickets

Where it's always Christmas or Summer yeah yeah

I dream in Southern

They say you can't go back

But I can always come back

I dream in blue jeans ol' Fords

Boxe fans back porch

Cotton growin' up to your knees

I dream in Mississipi moon pies

Mason Jars Fireflies

William Faulkner ol' New Orleans

The only Paris for me is in West Tennessee

If I'm never any other when I lay down to sleep

I dream in Houndstooth Church pews

Rural roots you'll never outrun 'em

I dream in Southern

Oh yeah

I dream in Southern