Momma's got her apron on standin'
in the kitchen
cookin' up my favorite dish whatever
she is fixin'
daddy's in a picture in a frame that's
always sittin' by the phone
Daffodils are poppin' up out behind the clothesline
underneath that tree i planted when i was just a boy of nine
man, i never can believe just how much it's grown
when i go
(chorus)
home, back home
to the gentle place that held me close as
i became a man
where the streets are all familiar and an
old friend shakes my hand
and i feel fine, so fine
yeah knowin' that this road i'm walkin' on
from time to time always leads me home
Brother he'll be waitin' with the latest
from the grapevine
sayin' man you won't believe them
stories 'bout
those crazy friends of mine
and all them little scandels that a small
town just can't seem to leave alone
Later on we'll sit around, bellies tight
from supper
tellin' all them stories that we just can't get enough of
and somewhere in an honest laugh it'll
finally hit me that i'm
(chorus)
home, back home
where the memories all have gathered up and
slowly turned to gold
and i carry them along with me wherever
i may go
and i feel fine, so fine
in knowin' that this road i'm wanderin' on
from time to time always leads me home,
back home
And when i go put some flowers down at
daddy's stone
i see that empty space beside him
it always makes me glad that i came home
(chorus)
home, back home
where the bible is the bible and the angels
get their wings
and the circle is unbroken when i hear those
church bells ring
and i feel fine, you know i feel so fine
yeah knowin' that this road i'm wanderin' on
from time to time unwinds across the rivers,
through the pines
and leads me home, back home
Yeah i'm going back home,
back home