Feet Back on the Ground Songtext
von Brett Kissel

I drop by to check on momma,
For a minute.
I could hear her hummin′
Through the screen door in the kitchen.
She was puttin' the final touches on a
Homemade apple pie.
And just like always, I was,
Right on time.

A little game of guess who,
And I got a hug and "How is my baby?".
I said,
You know me momma, I′ve been hittin' it hard,
And runnin' like crazy.
But I don′t wanna bore you with that
Same old nothin′s new.
I'd rather just pull up this chair and get
Caught up on you.


Ain′t it funny how it all comes back around?
I remember when I couldn't wait
To get out of her hair and ditch this town,
I was 18, time to move on,
Now it′s any reason to come back home,
That's what it′s all about,
Yeah, just slowin' down
And get my feet back on the ground.

That minute turned into an hour,
Before I knew it.
I got my fill on pie and how everbody's doin′.
I used to look for every reason in the world
To hit that door, and she said,
You want another cup of coffee, and I said
Yeah I′ll have one more.

Ain't it funny how it all comes back around?
I remember when I couldn′t wait
To get out of her hair and ditch this town,
I was 18, time to move on,
Now it's any reason to come back home,
That′s what it's all about,
Yeah, just slowin′ down
And get my feet back on the ground.


Ain't it funny how it all comes back around?
I remember when I couldn't wait
To get out of her hair and ditch this town,
Now I, can′t go too many days without,
Checkin′ in, just touchin' base,
That′s what it's all about,
Yeah, just slowin′ down.

I drop by to check on momma,
For a minute.