The old home place, it just don't look the same to me
There's a filling station where the high school used to be
And I'm hoping that the folks will remember me
Now I'm home, now I'm home
Front porch of her house has just begun to sag
Every letter that she wrote is right here in my bag
When I told the boys about her, I began to brag
Now I'm home, now I'm home
Home, home, home, home, home
Something is dreadfully wrong, oh it seems
The house is boarded up, there's cobwebs hanging from the screens
I think I hear the neighbours saying, "Just last week
She ran away, with a man from Tennessee, to make a home"
INTERLUDE: (same as Verse)
Pa pa pa pa etc., etc.
Pa pa pa pa etc., etc.
Pa pa pa pa etc., etc.
Pa pa pa pa etc., etc.
Sitting in a café, sipping something cool
Looking out and wondering if I'm a fool
For leaving California, where I had it made
To go back home, To go back home
To go back home, home, home, home