Going Back Home

First I planned to stay but I can't live this way

I'm going back home where I was born

Try to understand I think this city's grand

But with all its charms give me a little country farm

I'm going back home where I was born

Oh yeah now, oh yeah, oh yeah now, oh yeah

I tell you all about it, I think you ought to know

Tell you all about it why I wanna go

I miss the country preacher and the house of prayer

I miss the bootlegger smelling in the air

Miss friendly faces and the country smiles

The crickets singing, you can hear it for miles

I miss the rooster crowing at the break of dawn

Yes it all happens where I was born

Miss the fried chicken, colored greens

Miss the hot biscuits and the Lima beans

Miss the prayer meetings where people pray

With the drum beating till the break of day

You can have it, you can have it

You can have it, you can have it

You can have the town, I won't be around

This here life's too fast but'll never, never last

I'm going back home where I was born

I got to go home, got to go home

Where the people are real, where people can feel

Got to go down, got to go down

Leave here today on my way so long, so long

Going back home, going back home

Got to go home, got to go home

Got to go home, got to go home

Where I, where I was born

First I planned to stay but I can't live this way

I'm going back home where I was born