Roger Miller - Home lyrics
[Roger Miller - Home lyrics]
Took a home I never took a wife
Ran away young and decided to roam
But now I'd like see my mama
And my papa back home
Well a home where the river runs cold the
Water tastes good the winters ain't cold
A home where trees grow tall the
Home fires burn the whippoorwills call
Well I remember stories that my
Pappy used to tell
Yeah my eyes would get big his chest'd swell
I could sit for hours and listen with glee
As he'd tell of how he lived
When he's a boy like me
Well, a home where the river runs cold
Now mama dear mama do you still love your boy
After all my roamin' can I
Still bring you joy
Mom, you sent a letter got it not long ago
And you said to come home
Cause you're missin' me so
Well a home where the river runs cold