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 whippoorwills call

Will 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

Mom sent a letter

Got it not long ago

She said "come home

I'm missin' you so

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

Whippoorwill's call

Whippoorwill's call