I still love the smell of mama's house,
Something's cooking on the stove.
I still hug her neck,when it's time to go.
Leavin's always tough,
Cause there's some things you don't grow out of.

I made a name here in this town,
With my right arm underneath the lights,
And the trophy's take me back to those Friday nights.
I can't bring myself to box them up,
Yeah there's some things, you don't grow out of.

Like your mama's love,
Your biggest dream,
That little town you had to leave,
And all of those sweet memories,
Of growing up wild and free.
Sunday morning ringing bells,
The preacher's words,
The way you felt.
And to this day I get my help,
From up above.
Yeah there's some things, you don't grow out of.

Well I'm older now and I've seen some things,
I've learned that life can sure be mean,
But I try not to let the world rub off on me.
I remember where I come from,
Oh yeah there's some things, you don't grow out of.

Like the lessons learned,
From the time you spent,
With your grandpa,
Just you and him.
The innocence of another time,
I still go back there in my mind.
Sunday morning ringing bells,
The preacher's words,
The way you felt.
And to this day I get my help,
From up above.
Yeah there's some things, you don't grow out of.
Yeah there's some things, you don't grow out of.

Like your mama's love,
Your biggest dream,
That little town you had to leave,
And all of those sweet memories,
Of growing up wild and free.
Sunday morning ringing bells,
The preacher's words,
The way you felt.
And to this day I get my help,
From up above.
Yeah there's some things,
Oh there's some things, you don't grow out of.