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
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 wanderin` 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 scandals 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
Home, back home
Where the memories all have gathered up and
Slowly turn 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, back home
Where 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
Yea 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