Dawes County

Dawes County knows who I am Three generations on borrowed land For years we farmed that piece of ground To which we're always bound Used to be a pretty drive through town Now the streets are empty, and the stores shut down Fifteen churches, but you can't buy a drink Hell of a missing link And I won't be coming home again No I won't be coming home again Dawes County doesn't know Where I've gone or how I've grown I'm still the girl on grandpa's land Happy to lend a hand I packed my bags, I turned the page From a tired main street and minimum wage To a brand new chapter in a brand new town And a new life I've found And I won't be coming home again No I won't be coming home again I don't miss the green grass Or how slow the days pass And I don't miss the stars at night Or how everyone is so damn polite Small town loves and old secrets I might miss you but that's about it I've replaced those hugs with handshakes now If you knew me at all you might know how I've learned the art of passing through It's just a different view And I won't be coming home again No I won't be coming home again I won't becoming home again No I won't, oh I won't be coming home again