Word & Music: Joe Ward
Aaron Currie - Electric Guitars
Justin Weaver - Acoustic/Mandolin
Joe Ward - Piano/Harmonica
Billy Justineau- Additional Keys
Chris Autry - Bass
Robert Blair - Drums
Produced, Arranged, Mixed and Mastered by Joe Ward at Studio South, FL
© 2023 Joe Ward Music, LLC, All Rights Reserved.
Lyrics
Home, where my heart longs to be
Home, where friendly faces greet me
No matter how long I find I’m away
‘Hope to return someday
Beauty lies in the quiet pace
Comfort found in a familiar face
Something special about this place
And the world slows down
In my small town
The rolling hills stretch far and wide
And wiildflowers can’t hide
Birds are singin pure and high
And the sun sets low in a painted sky
Beauty lies in the quiet pace
Comfort found in a familiar face
Something special about this place
And the world slows down
In my small town
There’s this town inside my head
Where I can’t live but I visit instead
My refuge from these prison walls that keep me bound
And I’m grateful for the peace I’ve found
In my small town, Yeah I’m grateful for my small town