My Mom was born in Possum Trot
On a backroad Tennessee farm lot
Where her Pa ran a country store
And never locked a door…
She worked the cow barn’s milking stalls
Until my father came to call
My Dad swore that they’d both be back
When they left Possum Trot…

Possum Trot will always be
More than a memory…
They left Possum Trot
But Possum Trot ain’t left me…
Possum Trot ain’t left me…

I grew up under city skies
But my folks clung to country ties
Dad drove me to the farm-weekends
With cows to see and fence to mend…
Summers I worked like a man
Carried out my father’s masterplan…
With haybarns full and hay to sell…
The home place taught me well…

Possum Trot will always be
More than a memory…
I left Possum Trot
But Possum Trot ain’t left me…
Possum Trot ain’t left me…

I haven’t seen the hayfields for a while
Those summers made a man out of a child
I’m proud of my red neck and calloused hands
And the strength that comes from workin’ with the land…

Possum Trot will always be
More than a memory…
I left Possum Trot
But Possum Trot ain’t left me,
Possum Trot ain’t left me…
Possum Trot ain’t left…me…