| White line flying on the home stretch |
| Soon as I drive by that welcome sign, I don’t need no map |
| I know this town like the back of my hand |
| Speed limit sign says fifty-five and I’m going too fast |
| It’s where I learned to drink, it’s where I learned to drive |
| And how not to do both at the same time |
| Catching up with friends, have a couple laughs |
| Nice to see you, hey man, yeah it’s good to be back |
| Home for the summer, running those red lights |
| Flashing at midnight right off the highway |
| Hold it like thunder in a circle of headlights |
| Same old spot everybody knows, everybody goes |
| Home for the summer |
| Home for the summer |
| It’s where I learned to cuss and where I’ve learned to pray |
| And how to tuck my shirt in early church Sunday |
| And where I fell in love, I remember that |
| Nice to see you, girl, how you been, it’s good to be back |
| Home for the summer, running those red lights |
| Flashing at midnight right off the highway |
| Hold it like thunder in a circle of headlights |
| Same old spot everybody knows, everybody goes |
| Home for the summer |
| Home for the summer, yeah |
| White lines flying on the home stretch |
| Soon as I drive by that welcome sign I don’t need no map |
| Home for the summer, running those red lights |
| Flashing at midnight right off the highway |
| Hold it like thunder in a circle of headlights |
| Same old spot everybody knows, everybody goes |
| Home for the summer |
| Home for the summer, yeah |
| Home for the summer |