A Little More Home Robert Patton © 2026

A Little More Home Written by Robert Patton © 2026 (BMI) Verse 1 There's a crack in the windshield, dust on the dash, An old ball cap faded from summers gone past. A two-lane sunset is calling out my name Pulling me home like an old freight train. Granddaddy's Bible on the front seat rides, Mama's prayers still echo every mile I drive. I've chased a few dreams, I've watched them burn, Funny how the back roads always know where to turn. Chorus Every mile takes me a little more home, Back to the place where the porch lights on. Where the sweet tea's cold and the stories run long, Every mile takes me a little more home. Verse 2 These hands wear the proof of the life I've lived, A little scar here from learning to forgive. I've buried some dreams, raised a few new ones, Watched little feet grow too big to run. I've learned that forever ain't measured in years, It's Sunday morning hugs, and laughing through tears, The world's gonna spin whether I hold on or not, So, I hold the ones I love with everything I've got. Chorus Every mile takes me a little more home, Back to the place where the porch lights on. Where the sweet tea's cold and the stories run long, Every mile takes me a little more home. Bridge One day they'll remember these ordinary days, The fishing lines, the fireflies, the simple little ways. If all I leave behind is love they can hold, Then I've left them something worth more than gold. Final Chorus Every mile takes me a little more home, Back to the place where the porch lights on. Where the sweet tea's cold and the stories run long, And the whole front porch still sings along. You can keep your skyline, your neon glow, Give me gravel roads where the wildflowers grow. 'Cause the best things in life ain't the things we own— Every mile takes me... A little more home.