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