Home

The only thing I see ahead

Is just the heat risin’ off the road

The rainbows I've been chasin’ keep

On fading 'fore I find my pot of gold

And the 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 mama'd sing “Amazing Grace”

While she hung out the clothes

Home was an easy chair

With my daddy there

And the smell of

Sunday suppеr on the stove

My footsteps carry mе 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

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 mama'd 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