Goin' Back Home

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 this city's grand
But with all its charms give me a little country farm
I'm going back home where I was born

Oh yeah now, oh yeah, oh yeah now, oh yeah
I tell you all about it, I think you ought to know
Tell you all about it why I wanna go

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
The crickets singing, you can hear it for miles
I miss the rooster crowing at the break of dawn

Yes it all happens where I was born
Miss the fried chicken, colored greens
Miss the hot biscuits and the Lima beans
Miss the prayer meetings where people pray
With the drum beating...