Home

The only the thing I see ahead

Is just the heat a-rising off the road

The rainbows I've been chasing

Keep on fading before I find my pot of gold

And more and more, I'm thinking

That the only treasures that I'll ever know

Are long ago and far behind

Wrapped up in my memories of home

Home was a swimming hole and a fishing pole

And the feel of a muddy road between my toes

Home was a back porch swing where I would sit

And Mom would sing "Amazing Grace"

While she hung out the clothes

Home was an easy chair with my daddy there

And the smell of Sunday supper on the stove

My footsteps carry me away

But in my mind, I'm always going home

Now the miles I put behind me

Ain't as hard as the miles that lay ahead

And it's way too late to listen

To the words of wisdom that my daddy said

The straight and narrow path he showed me

Turned into a thousand winding roads

My footsteps carry me away

But in my mind, I'm always going home

Home was a swimming hole and a fishing pole

And the feel of a muddy road between my toes

Home was a back porch swing where I would sit

And Mom would sing "Amazing Grace"

While she hung out the clothes

Home was an easy chair with my daddy there

And the smell of Sunday supper on the stove

My footsteps carry me away

But in my mind, I'm always going home

The straight and narrow path he showed me

Turned into a thousand winding roads

My footsteps carry me away

But in my mind, I'm always going home