Every time I make it to a front door droppin´ off a girl any other boy would die for any day
I  see your face and I say goodnight
And  even if it makes it to the back seat thinkin´ I´m finally movin´ on, it´s on, it´s all good

It´s all wrong
´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
Your little smile from the choir
Don´t light up a sky like a Friday night
She  ain´t the girl mama keeps in a frame in the drawer
Nah she ain´t home

Every time I try to turn a page I´m seein´ words in red
I love you, I miss you, I can´t keep doin´ this
And I ain´t over it

And she ain´t done nothin´ 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
Your little smile from the choir
Don´t light up a sky like a Friday night
She ain´t the girl mama keeps in a frame in the drawer
Nah 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
Your little smile from the choir
Don´t light up a sky like a Friday night
She ain´t the girl mama keeps in a frame in the drawer
Nah she ain´t home
She ain´t home
She ain´t home
She ain´t home
She ain´t home