Текст песни Home, Home On The Road - David Frizzell

Home Home On The Road
My backyard is from Canada, to Mexico
In my home sweet Home On The Road.

What a view from my living room sittin' in my easy chair
A steering wheel that guides me, to anywhere
Through my windshield I can see, what life means to me
And I thank the Man Upstairs, just for bein' here.

Home Home On The Road
My backyard is from Canada, to Mexico
In my home sweet Home On The Road.

My bedroom has some curtains, with soft candle light
When I get tired I pull over, and rest awhile
I dream of my Georgia peach, she'll soon be with me
In my arms I'll hold her tight, I can't wait for that.

Home Home On The Road
My backyard is from Canada, to Mexico
In my home sweet Home On The Road.

Long night and long days, seem to never end
I drove in every state, I've made lots of friends
I choose this way of life to live, and I'm livin' it up
One more town, one more waitress, and one more cup.

Home Home On The Road
My backyard is from Canada, to Mexico
In my home sweet Home On The Road.