Home

The only thing I see ahead is just
The heat rising off the road
The rainbows I keep chasing
Keep on fading before I find
My crock of gold

And more and more I'm thinking
That the only treasures
That I'll ever know
Are long ago and far behind
And wrapped up in my memories of home

Home was a swimming hole and a
Fishing pole and the feel of the
Muddy road between my toes
Home was a back porch swing
When I would sit and mama sang
"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 miles that lay behind me weren't as
Hard as the miles that lay ahead
And it's too late to listen
To the words of wisdom that my daddy said

And the straight and narrow path you 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 the
Muddy road between my toes
Home was a back porch swing
When I would sit and mama sang
"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

And 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