[Verse 1]

Lying here, so all alone,

I find myself, missing home,

Of days gone by, when I was young,

Feeling free and on the run.

[Verse 2]

When my world was small,

And I didn’t feel on-call

No worries, no stress, no fear

When family and friends were always near

[Prechorus]

Contentment is a feeling, it’s hard to describe,

It’s in people’s minds, not dead or alive.

[Chorus]

No matter how far we go in life,

Conquering more only adds strife

Be careful what you wish for my friend

You’ll still miss home in the very end.

[Verse 3]

Growing up in the country is a glorious blessing,

Building character that’s always vesting.

Living with nature, watching plants grow,

A gift and blessing God will bestow.

[Instrumental]

[Verse 4]

Living off the land that hard work provides,

Nurturing our souls and extending our lives

Being a part of a small-town community

Is a life enrichment opportunity.

[Prechorus]

Contentment is a feeling, it’s hard to describe,

It’s in people’s minds — not dead or alive.

[Chorus]

No matter how far we go in life,

Conquering more only adds more strife

Be careful what you wish for my friend

You’ll still miss home in the end.

[Instrumental Interlude]

[Bridge]

Applying lessons we learned on the farm,

To the world beyond can be a charm

Reading people and forging deals,

Will bring success from the biggest wheels.

Butwill it bring contentment, the way small towns do

Doing more in a bigger place may not be the best for you.

[Prechorus]

Contentment is a feeling,it’s hard to describe,

It’s in people’s minds, not dead or alive.

[Chorus]

No matter how far we go in life,

Conquering more only adds more strife

Be careful what you wish for my friend

You’ll still miss home in the end.

[Instrumental]

[Outro]

Never forget from whence you come,

Pay your dues and respect, and then some.

Never pretend you’re someone you’re not,

And don’t let home become a place you forgot.

Copyright December 13, 2025, by Stephen Craig Whitley – All Rights Reserved