Home

Well, I've been a traveling most of my life
I never took a home, and I never took a wife
Ran away young and decided to roam
I wanna see my mama and my daddy back home

Home, where the river runs cold
The water tastes good, and the winters ain't low
Home, where the trees grow tall
The home fires burn, the whippoorwills call

I remember stories that my daddy used to tell
My eyes would boog out, and his chest would really swell
I used to stay for hours and listen with glee
How he used to be when he's a boy like me

Home, where the river runs cold
The water tastes good, and the winters ain't low
Home, where the trees grow tall
The home fires burn, the whippoorwills call

Mama, oh Mama, do you still love your boy?
After all my roamin' can I still bring you joy?
Mama wrote a letter, I got it not long ago
She said, "Get a-home Jerry, I'm missin' you so"

Home, where the river runs cold
The water tastes good, and the winters ain't low
Home, where the trees grow tall
The home fires burn, the whippoorwills call

Ah, I'm comin' home Mama, yeah