It ain't a back road It ain't a county line It ain't a ball field By a high school Past the welcome sign It ain't a white church It ain't a steel mill It ain't the place that I grew up No, it's any place I feel Your touch at the end of the day Pretty brown eyes looking my way Your voice saying my name When the sun goes down I know you like the back of my hand And I know just who I am Laying with my arms around My hometown Could be a truck bed Could be a hotel room Could be anywhere on earth As long as I can come back to Your touch at the end of the day Pretty brown eyes looking my way Your voice saying my name When the sun goes down I know you like the back of my hand And I know just who I am Laying with my arms around My hometown It ain't a back road It ain't a county line... it's Your touch at the end of the day Pretty brown eyes looking my way Your voice saying my name When the sun goes down I know you like the back of my hand And I know just who I am Laying with my arms around My hometown