Home

Well, I've been a traveler most of my life Never took a home, never took a wife Ran away young and decided to roam Wanna see my mama and my daddy back home Home, where the river runs cold The water tastes good, the winters ain't cold Home, where the trees grow tall The home fires burn, the whippoorwill's call I remember stories that my daddy used to tell My eyes would get big and 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 Home, where the river runs cold The water tastes good, the winters ain't cold Home, where the trees grow tall The home fires burn, the whippoorwill's call Well, mama dear, mama, do you still love your boy After all my roamin' can I still bring you joy Mom sent a letter, got it not long ago She said, "Come home, I'm missin' you so"