Johnny Hilton

Lyrics

. “The Old Home Place”
(J. Hilton)

Come on down to the old home place
Good times there will put a smile on your face
There’s family, history, love you can really see
Papa’s real proud that his grandson’s living there
With his smart pretty wife, they make a right handsome pair

It’s a long sweet drive, way back in the shade
At the old home place memories are made
Romance, a good chance, come on now let’s dance
To the music in the breeze, it’s a southern melody
In a secret garden, with a porch swing in a tree

Home, our family legacy
Home, the ones’ I love are calling me

It’s a sacred trust for all that we’ve been given
Life, love, land, a heritage from heaven
I’m proud of you son, for all you’ve done
You’re a good man taking care of the land, well done

Sweet smell of Cane Savannah
Sweet smell of Cane Savannah

Dogwoods trees a blooming in the spring
Whippoorwills call, what will the winter bring?
He gave her a ring on twelve nineteen
A love at first sight, it was meant to be
J plus P are carved in a tree

Home, our family legacy
Home, the ones’ I love are calling me

It’s a sacred trust for all that we’ve been given
Life, love, land, a heritage from heaven
I’m proud of you son, for all you’ve done
You’re a good man taking care of the land, well done

Sweet smell of Cane Savannah
Sweet smell of Cane Savannah