Home

The only thing I see ahead

Is just the heat arising off the road

The rainbows I've been chasing

Keep on fading

Before I find my pot of gold

And more and more I'm thinking

That's the only treasure that I'll ever know

Are long ago and when far behind

Wrapped up in my memories of home

Home was a swimming hole and a fishing pole-

And the feel of a muddy row between my toes

Home was a back porch swing where I would sit-

And mom would sing 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

Now the miles I put behind me ain't as hard

As the miles that lay ahead

And it's way too late to listen-

To the words of wisdom that my Daddy said

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

Home was a swimming hole

And a fishing pole

And the feel of a muddy row between my toes

Home was a back porch swing

Where I would sit

And Mom would sing "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

Yeah, 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