Humble Pie

There’s a little town down south
Where the pines grow that I wanna go
It’s tucked away in the hills
A stream runs through that streams blue
And I can see the county diner, a waitress named winona
The place I once belonged

Where the air’s so sweet, it tastes like humble pie
Isn’t that nice? Isn’t that fine?
Yeah, the air’s so sweet, it tastes like humble pie
Isn’t that nice? Isn’t that fine?

The rain rolls in. Washes away
My hard-earned sense of pride, as I say goodbye
And I can feel it in my soul, the place that I call home

Where the air’s so sweet, it tastes like humble pie
Isn’t that nice? Isn’t that fine?
Yeah, the air’s so sweet it tastes like humble pie
Isn’t that nice? Isn’t that fine?

I don’t know if I went wrong, I don’t know if I belong
I hope I can call that place, call that place home
I don’t know if I went wrong, I don’t know if I belong
I hope I can call that place, call that place home

Where the air’s so sweet, it tastes like humble pie
Isn’t that nice? Isn’t that fine?
Yeah, the air’s so sweet, it tastes like humble pie
Isn’t that nice?
Isn’t that fine?