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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