Lyrics

The open fields of my hometown
are a Diary Queen and a BP now
A crop of cookie cutter houses
poppin' up in rows

What used to feel like hallowed ground's
too shallow to grow roots in now
the only relic that remains
of all my yesterdays

Wild cotton
growin' where the wind blows
wild cotton

The old depot of my hometown
is boarded up and falling down
the trains they built the town around
don't come through anymore

The fields they plowed are barren now
and all my kin are in the ground
the only relic that remains
of all my yesterdays is that

Wild cotton
growin' where the wind blows
wild cotton

Who says you can't go home
Ooh, ooh
Who says you can't go home
It's everwhere I go
It's everywhere I go
Oh Oh

Wild Cotton
growin where the wind blows
Wild cotton
just growin where the wind blows
Wild cotton
growin where the wind blows
wild cotton

Ah, Ah, Ah
Ah, Ah, Ah

Out here on the open road
miles from all I've ever know
I see that wild cotton grow