She Ain’t Home

Every time I make it to her front door Dropping off a girl any other boy would die For any day, I see your face And this ain't good luck. And even if it makes it to the back Seat thinking I'm finally moving on, It's on, it's all good. It's all wrong, Oh, 'cause she ain't home. 'Cause she ain't home, she don't taste like sweet Tea. Ain't got a voice that sounds like Dixie. Don't play dashboard drums with her bare feet. There ain't no memory, ain't no history like Home. And her smile from the choir don't light up The sky like a Friday night. She ain't the girl mama keeps in a frame In the drawer. No, she ain't home. Every time I try to turn the page I'm Seeing words in red. I love you, I miss you, I can't keep Doing this. And I ain't over it, and she ain't done Nothing wrong. 'Cause she ain't home, she don't taste like sweet Tea. Ain't got a voice that sounds like Dixie. Don't play dashboard drums with her bare feet. There ain't no memory, ain't no history like Home. And her smile from the choir don't light up The sky like a Friday night. She ain't the girl mama keeps in a frame In the drawer. No, she ain't home. She ain't home. She ain't home. 'Cause she ain't home, she don't taste like sweet Tea. Ain't got a voice that sounds like Dixie. Don't play dashboard drums with her bare feet. There ain't no memory, there ain't no history like Home. And her smile from the choir don't light up The sky like a Friday night. She ain't the girl mama keeps in a frame In the drawer. She Ain't home. She Ain't Home. She ain't home. She ain't home.