My Hometown.

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© ALawrence1
(Intro)

(Instrumental)


(Verse 1)

Oh there’s a place, across the river, in the western Kootenay's.

A town, some call nowhere, but it’s home sweet home to me.

Ah Momma, she brought her smiles, and Daddy earned the tea.

Growin’ up on country music, my hometown memories.

(Chorus)

Ah the times, they weren’t all rosy, seemed we always had to scrape.

But a guitar and some pickin’, gave a welcoming escape.

Though we didn’t have much money, we always seemed to stay above.

In that little town called Creston, my home, the place I love.


(Verse 2)

Well Daddy, he got to drinkin’, cause he couldn’t seem to cope.

I tell ya, there were some days, where we didn’t have much hope.

But Momma, she had a way, of making things OK.

A song, and a smile, she would get us through each day.


(Chorus)

Ah the times, they weren’t all rosy, seemed we always had to scrape.

But a guitar and some pickin’, gave a welcoming escape.

Though we didn’t have much money, we always seemed to stay above.

In that little town called Creston, my home, the town I love.


(Instrumental)


(Verse 3)

And now, as I grow older, I’ve moved so far away.

My mind, it wonders backwards, to the memories of those days.

Oh my Daddy, ah he left us, and Momma followed him along.

But I know, in that sweet valley, you will always hear their song.


(Chorus)

Ah the times, they weren’t all rosy, seemed we always had to scrape.

But a guitar and some pickin’, gave a welcoming escape.

Though we didn’t have much money, we always seemed to stay above.

In that little town called Creston, my home, the place I love.


Ah we didn’t have much money, we always seemed to stay above.

In that little town called Creston, my home, the place I love.

The place I love!