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