I`ve been a traveler the most of my life I never took a home, I never took a wife Ran away young and decided to roam But now I`d like to see my mama and my papa back home
Home, where the rivers run cold (gold) The water tastes good, the winters ain`t cold Home, where the trees grow tall The home fires burn, the whippoorwills call
Well I remember stories that my daddy used to tell Yeah my eyes`d get big, his just`d swell I could sit for hours and listen with glee As he`d tell of how he lived when he`s a boy like me
Home, where the river runs cold (gold) The water tastes good, the winters ain`t cold Home, where the trees grow tall The home fires burn, and the whippoorwills call
Now, mama dear, mama do you still love your boy After all my roamin` can I still bring you joy Mom you sent a letter, got it not long ago (momma sent a letter..) And you said to come home, `cause you were missin` me so(..it said ..`cause she`s..)
Home, where the rivers run cold (gold) The water tastes good, the winters ain`t cold Home, where the trees grow tall The home fires burn, and the whipperwills call
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