Roger Miller - Home Lyrics
Ive been a traveler the most of my lifeI never took a home, I never took a wifeRan away young and decided to roamBut now Id like to see my mama and my papa back homeHome, where the rivers run cold (gold)The water tastes good, the winters aint coldHome, where the trees grow tallThe home fires burn, the whippoorwills callWell I remember stories that my daddy used to tellYeah my eyesd get big, his justd swellI could sit for hours and listen with gleeAs hed tell of how he lived when hes a boy like meHome, where the river runs cold (gold)The water tastes good, the winters aint coldHome, where the trees grow tallThe home fires burn, and the whippoorwills callNow, mama dear, mama do you still love your boyAfter all my roamin can I still bring you joyMom 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 shes..)Home, where the rivers run cold (gold)The water tastes good, the winters aint coldHome, where the trees grow tallThe home fires burn, and the whipperwills call
