Home

I've been a traveler the most of my life

I never took a home I never took a wife

Ran away young and decided to roam

But now I'd like a see my Mama and my Papa back home

Well a home where the river runs cold

The water tastes good the winters ain't cold

A home where trees grow tall

The home fires burn the whippoorwills call

Well I remember stories that my Pappy used to tell

Yeah my eyes would get big his chest would swell

I could sit for hours and listen with glee

As he'd tell of how he lived when he's a boy like me

Well a home where the river runs cold

The water tastes good the winters ain't cold

A home where trees grow tall

The home fires burn the whippoorwills call

Now Mama dear Mama do you still love your boy?

After all my roamin', can I still bring you joy?

Mom you sent a letter got it not long ago

And you said to come home 'cause you're missin' me so

A home where trees grow tall

The home fires burn the whippoorwills call

A home where the river runs cold

The water tastes good the winters ain't cold

A home where trees grow tall

The home fires burn the whippoorwills call