She Ain’t Home Brantley Gilbert

[Verse 1]
Every time I make it to a front door droppin' off a girl any other boy would die for any day
I  see your face and I say goodnight
And  even if it makes it to the back seat thinkin' I'm finally movin' on, it's on, it's all good
It's all wrong
'Cause she ain't home

[Chorus]
'Cause  she ain't home
She  don't taste like sweet tea
Ain't got a voice that sounds like Dixie
Don't  play dashboard drums with her bare feet
There ain't no memory, ain't no history like
Your little smile from the choir
Don't light up a sky like a Friday night
She  ain't the girl mama keeps in a frame in the drawer
Nah, she ain't home

[Verse 2]
Every time I try to turn a page, I'm seein' words in red
I love you, I miss you, I can't keep doin' this
And I ain't over it
And she ain't done nothin' wrong

[Chorus]
'Cause she ain't home
She don't taste like sweet tea
Ain't got a voice that sounds like Dixie
Don't play dashboard drums with her bare feet
There ain't no memory, ain't no history like
Your little smile from the choir
Don't light up a sky like a Friday night
She ain't the girl mama keeps in a frame in the drawer
Nah, she ain't home
She ain't home
She ain't home