Mama's got her apron on standin in the kitchen
cookin up my favorite dish, whatever she is fixin
Daddy's in a picture in a frame that's always sittin by the phone
Dafodils are poppin up out behind the clothesline
Underneath that tree I planted when I was just a boy of 9
Man I never can believe just how much its grown when I go
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Home, back home
To the gentle place that held me close, as I became a man
And the streets are all familiar and an old friend shakes my hand, And I feel
Fine, so fine
Yeah knowing that this road I'm wandering on
From time to time always leads me home.
Brother he'll be waitin with the latest from the grapevine sayin
Man you won't believe them stories bout those crazy friends of mine
And all them little scandals, that a small town can't seem to leave alone
Later on we'll sit around bellies tight from supper
Tellin all them stories that we just can't get enough of
And somewhere in an honest laugh, it'll finally hit me that I'm
Home, back home
Where the memories all have gathered up and slowly turned to gold
And I've carried them along with me where ever I may go,And I feel
Fine, so fine
Yeah knowing that this road I'm wandering on
From time to time always leads me home.
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And I go and put some flowers down at daddy's stone
And I see that empty space beside him, it always makes me glad
That I came
Home, back home
Where the Bible is the Bible and the angels get their wings
And the circle is unbroken, when I hear them church bells ring and I feel
Fine, you know I feel so fine
Yeah knowing that this road I'm wandering on
From time to time unwinds, across the rivers through the pines
And leads me home.