TMIMH — Wyatt Sumner

Sun comes up on an old back road,
Fields still shining with the morning glow,
Front porch creaks and the coffee’s strong,
Radio hums that familiar song.
Gravel crunch under worn-out tires,
Neighbors waving like a small-town choir,
Ain’t much here but it’s all I need,
This little town raised a part of me.

Yeah, I’ve been places, seen city lights,
But nothing hits like these quiet nights…

Taylor Mill is my home, where my roots run deep,
Where the hills hold my heart and the nights feel sweet,
Every road’s got a memory I still can feel,
Every turn takes me back, yeah it’s all so real,
I don’t need no map, I know where I roam,
Taylor Mill… is my home.

Friday lights and a cool fall breeze,
Laughter echoes through the old oak trees,
Bonfire sparks in a backyard sky,
Stories told as the years roll by.
Mama’s voice calling from the door,
“Don’t stay out too late like before,”
Time moves on but it don’t erase,
Every little thing that made this place.

Yeah, the world spins fast, but I still know,
Where to find peace when I need it most…

Taylor Mill is my home, where my roots run deep,
Where the hills hold my heart and the nights feel sweet,
Every road’s got a memory I still can feel,
Every turn takes me back, yeah it’s all so real,
I don’t need no map, I know where I roam,
Taylor Mill… is my home.

And if I ever wander too far away,
I hear that wind and it calls my name,
Through every mile, through every roam,
It leads me right back home…

Taylor Mill is my home, yeah it’s all I need,
From the simple life to the family trees,
Every scar, every laugh, every tear I’ve known,
Built the man I am from the ground I’ve grown,
No matter where I go, I’m never alone…
‘Cause Taylor Mill… is my home.

Yeah, Taylor Mill… will always be my home.