I'm Going Back Home

Yeah I'm going back home where I was born First I planned to stay but I can't live this way I'm going back home where I was born Try to understand I think your city's grand But with all its charm give me the little country farm I'm going back home where I was born Oh yeah, oh yeah now, oh yeah, oh yeah now I tell you all about it, why I wanna go Tell you all about it, why I think you should know I miss the country preacher and the house of prayer I miss the bootlegger smelling in the air Miss friendly faces and the country smiles And crickets singing, you can hear it for miles I miss the roostеr crowing at the break of dawn Yes, it all happеns where I was born Miss the fried chicken and collard greens Hot buttered cornbread and red beans Miss the prayer meetings where the preacher pray He in there preaching all day You can have it, you can have it You can have, you can have, you can have You can have this town, I won't be around This here life's too fast, I'll never never last I got to go home Got to go home Got to go home I got to go home Oh yeah I got to go home Yeah I got to go home Got to go, yeah Yeah Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Woo