The melody and storyline came to me while doing my usual Saturday morning run on roads I’ve been running for the past 20+ years and noticing how much development has occurred and how much traffic is now on the roads vs. when my running group started out.
Bio
Brian Jordan is a singer-songwriter from Union Kentucky who plays songs he wrote and songs he wishes he had written.
Lyrics
Coming home, ain’t like it used to be
Ever since they cut down our climbing tree
Everything has changed ‘round here
And it Ain’t like it oughta be
It ain’t like it oughta be
Verse
My old friends have all moved away
Seems like nothing ever stays the same
That great big field where we’d run wild and free
Is all paved over… for eternity
Verse
I used to run these old roads and never see
Another car or truck for miles it seemed
The only thing to cross in front of me
Would be a white tailed doe
with her speckled fawn in toe
Chorus
Coming home, ain’t like it used to be
Ever since they cut down our climbing tree
Everything has changed ‘round here
And it Ain’t like it oughta be
It Ain’t like it oughta be
Verse
I still remember that pink sunrise
When I’d look upon that eastern rise
And before we’d put our heads to rest
We’d see that orange sunset fall behind hills in the West
Verse
Now it’s tough to see the dawn’s mornin’ light
Too many lights shining bright
And in the evening when the sun goes down
That tree-lined hill is hid behind a roofline
Chorus
Coming home, ain’t like it used to be
Ever since they cut down our climbing tree
Everything has changed ‘round here
And it Ain’t like it oughta be
It Ain’t like it oughta be
Outro
Coming home, ain’t like it used to be
Ever since they cut down our climbing tree
Ever since they cut down our climbing tree
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