Lyrics

Finding my way way in this world alone
With an old guitar and a few sad songs
I figured out love along the way
Living on a prayer and chasing a dream

I’ve lost myself in a bottle or two
Been beat down broken busted and bruised
Family taught me to see the light
Where I’m from gave me a real good life
I'm Michigan made to the bone
I’m coming home

Chorus
Where the dirt road meets the water
Where kissed the neighbors daughter
And learned how to love fight and cuss
Where we stayed up late drinking
Throwing dice in the kitchen
And smoking things we knew we shouldn’t smoke
when I find myself in all this unknown
Im coming home

I’m headed back to where the tall pines grow
To a little white house on cherry lawn road
Cross from the creek is the old saloon
Where momma and daddy planted their roots

I learned how to skate before I could walk
Where grandpa gave me my very first shot
Learned all the words to an old church tune
Turned eighteen went out on my own
But Im Michigan made to the bone
I’m coming home

Where the dirt road meets the water
Where kissed the neighbors daughter
And learned how to love fight and cuss
Where we stayed up late drinking
Throwing dice in the kitchen
And smoking things we knew we shouldn’t smoke
when I find myself in all this unknown
Im coming home