Fussin’ Over Fate

Hometown ain't the same
As it used to be
Mom’s still here
Lord my childhood friends have moved away
And the trees have grown stronger
The dirt roads ain't no longer
The grand kids love to come and play

Ball hoop in the driveway
Willow in the yard
Garden out the back gate and a Labrador
Yeah my hometown ain't the same
As it used to be
Ain’t no use in fussin' over fate

My hometown ain't the same
As it used to be
Field parties on Fridays
Fires by the creek
Shoulder tappin' Marlboros
Fist fighting at the tunnel
Hangovers at church on Sunday morning

Ball hoop in the driveway
Willow in the yard
Garden out the back gate and a Labrador
Yeah my hometown ain't the same
As it used to be
Ain't no use in fussin' over fate

Over fate (over fate)
Ain't no use in fussin’ over fate

Ball hoop in the driveway
Willow in the yard
Garden out the back gate and a Labrador
Yeah my hometown ain’t the same
As it used to be
Ain't no use in fussin’ over fate