There’s a little wooden swing down by the pier
The moss hangs by the pines, been hanging there for years
When I took your hand and walked down to the dock
You told me that you loved me, you weren’t ever gonna stop
and that’s how I know
I belong where you go
Someone’s momma wore this dress in 1953
I bet way back then she looked a little bit like me
In this vintage lace that we found on the road
In that dime-store way out west, we started talking ‘bout a home
and That’s how I know
I belong where you go
Anywhere, I’ll follow you,
The hills of Tennessee or the Emerald Ocean blue
Of nothing else, I’ve been so sure
That baby I belong where you are
Ahhh, Ahhh
Where you are
Bobby socks and dresses sewn in blue
Sooner than we planned, now everything’s brand-new
But you take her hand and walk down to the dock
I can tell you love her, boy
And you ain’t ever gonna stop
And that’s how I know
I belong where you go