Intro :
W hen I was six y ears ol d I broke my leg
A nd I was run ning fr om my brother and h is friends
A nd tasted t he swee t perfume of the mou ntain grass I rolled down
I was you nger th en take me back to whe n I
F ound my hea rt and broke it her e
Made my friends and lo st them through the years
A nd I've not se en the roaring fi elds in so long I know I've grown
B ut I can't wa it to go home
I 'm on my way driv ing at nine ty
Down t hose coun try lan es si nging to Ti ny Dancer
And I mis s the w ay you made m e feel i t's real
W e watched t he suns et ov er the cas tle on the hill
F ifteen ye ars old and smoking ha nd-rolled cigarettes
R unning from the law through the backfields and getting drunk with my fr iends
H ad my fi rst kis s on a Friday nig ht I don't recko n that I did it right
I was youn ger the n ta ke me back to when
We found w eekend jo bs when we got pa id
We'd buy cheap sp irits and drink them st raight
Me and my f riends have not thrown u p in so long o h how we've grown
B ut I can't w ait to go home
I 'm on my way driv ing at nine ty
Down t hose coun try lan es si nging to Ti ny Dancer
And I mis s the w ay you made m e feel i t's real
W e watched t he suns et ov er the cas tle on the hill
Over t he c astle on the hill
Over t he c astle on the hill
One friend left to sell clothes one works down by the coast
O ne had two k ids but lives alone one's br other overdosed
O ne's alr eady on his second wife o ne's just bar ely getting by
B ut these people ra ised me and I c an't wa it to go home
And I' m on my way I st ill rememb er
These o ld count ry lane s when we did not kno w the answers
And I mis s the w ay you made m e feel i t's real
W e watched t he suns et ov er the cas tle on the hill
Over t he c astle on the hill
Over t he c astle on the hill
