Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Mama's Sunday shoes sittin' by the door
Gravy on the stove she been waitin' for
Pickup truck rustin' out in the southern rain
Same dirt road gonna call my name again
[Pre-Chorus]
Back to the porch where the jukebox hums
Back to the hands that raised me young
That engine's knockin' like a tambourine
Yeah that eight-track warble it up
[Chorus]
Motor city talkbox on my radio
Smooth like butter from the bass down low
Trap door beat and a Motown soul
Home is where the needle lands and goes
[Post-Chorus]
Ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh
Yeah it goes
Ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh
[Verse 2]
Countin' pocket change from the summer job
Airwaves buzzin' like a honeycomb throb
Synthesizer bloom on a midnight lane
Every coiled cable singin' my name
[Pre-Chorus]
Back to the block where the speakers shake
Back to the food that my grandma makes
That radio crackle like a firefly
Yeah that warm tube glow in my sky
[Chorus]
Motor city talkbox on my radio
Smooth like butter from the bass down low
Trap door beat and a Motown soul
Home is where the needle lands and goes
[Post-Chorus]
Ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh
Yeah it goes
Ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh
[Bridge]
Slap of the hi-hat meets the horns
Vinyl scratches and the weather warn
Old church hymn and a new jack swing
Same heartbeat in two separate rings
[Chorus]
Motor city talkbox on my radio
Smooth like butter from the bass down low
Trap door beat and a Motown soul
Home is where the needle lands and goes
[Post-Chorus]
Ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh
Yeah it goes
Ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh