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Mama's got her apron on Standing in the kitchen Cooking up my favorite dish Whatever she is fixing Daddy's in a picture in a frame That's always sitting by the phone Daffodils are popping up Out behind the clothesline Underneath that tree I planted When I was just a boy of nine Man I never can believe Just how much it's grown when I go Home Back home To the gentle place that held be 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 It always leads me home |
Brother, he'll be waiting with the Latest from the grapevine, saying Man you won't believe them stories About 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 Telling 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 carry them along with me wherever I may go And I feel fine So fine In knowing that this road I'm wandering on From time to time |
It always leads me home Back home Well 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 Cross the rivers, through the pines It always leads me home Back home Yeah I'm going back home Back home |
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