I`ve been a traveler 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 likea see my mama and my papa back home Well a home where the river runs cold the water tastes good the winters ain`t cold A home where trees grow tall the homefires burn the whippoorwills call
Well I remember stories that my pappy used to tell Yeah my eyes would get big my chest just a 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 Well a home where the river runs cold...
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 And you said to come home cause you`re missin` me so Well a home where the river runs cold...
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