Lyrics

Red sunrise in the mornin’
Blue waves washin’ ashore
Summer breeze, the wind is blowin’
Midnight, Casey’s is closin’
Head down to Lynches for one more

Have you ever been down on the boardwalk
To see, the sail boats off to Mackinaw
Nice night for a game at the ballpark
Lets head off to Pine Grove

Used to go downtown Friday nights, we were young
Dressed fresh, lookin tough and actin’ up
Let me tell ya, lived a few places and there ain’t much
No matter what, it’ll never be enough

Ain’t nothing like the place I love
Everyone always comes home, to Port Huron

Lakeside Beach
Love layin’ out, catchin’ rays on those sunny days
We used to get wild and wasted
On boat night, down by the Zebra

See someone you know
Nod your head, and say, “nice to see ya”
Time goes by, but there’s one thing for sure
I love this little town by the river called home

Red sunrise in the mornin’
Blue waves washin’ ashore
Summer breeze, the wind is blowin’
Midnight, Casey’s is closin’
Head down to Lynches for one more

Have you ever been down on the boardwalk
To see, the sail boats off to Mackinaw
Nice night for a game at the ballpark
Lets head off to Pine Grove

Used to go downtown Friday nights, we were young
Dressed fresh, lookin tough and actin’ up
Let me tell ya, lived a few places and there ain’t much
No matter what, it’ll never be enough

Ain’t nothing like the place I love
Everyone always comes home, to Port Huron

Wintertime, it tends to get a little frozen
Let’s head out, check out the Silver Sticks at McMorran
Ice show sculptures, eatin’ heat at Chili Fest
‘And snowmobile races down at the river

Matthew’s wearin’ blue jeans, and Pack’s wearin’ Jordans
Damn, those Ainsworths are fast, just won another
Need to warm up, head over Mama Vickies
For coffee, chicken honi’s, and coney’s

Red sunrise in the mornin’
Blue waves washin’ ashore
Summer breeze, the wind is blowin’
Midnight, Casey’s is closin’
Head down to Lynches for one more

Have you ever been down on the boardwalk
To see, the sail boats off to Mackinaw
Nice night for a game at the ballpark
Lets head off to Pine Grove

Used to go downtown Friday nights, we were young
Dressed fresh, lookin tough and actin’ up
Let me tell ya, lived a few places and there ain’t much
No matter what, it’ll never be enough

Ain’t nothing like the place I love
Everyone always comes home, to Port Huron