Home

Lookin' out of my window pane Tears mingling with the rain I'm so lonesome I could cry just like old Hank Staring down on the city street Feeling empty and incomplete There's a place I need to be to fill my tank A place I can go where I can be free Where I can be happy and just be me Home, where the warm winds blowing And the rivers flowing along Like a lazy bum in the mid-day sun And I've gone fishin' with my pole at the fishin' hole Where I can lay down my heavy load And know that I am always welcome Home I left home, I was 17 I had a lot of ambitious dreams Seen a lot of those dreams come true I've had good luck I'm not complaining that's for sure I got a lot to be thankful for One of those things is the magic door that opens up Back to the time when I was a kid To the sound of the crickets and the Carry Dees It's called Home On the front porch swinging and fern pots hanging Home With the church bells ringing and voices singing Old songs that's in my mind like a stitch in time Where the tea is sweet and the love's complete For me, I wanna go Home I often think about where I have been Where I am going and lots about when I think about Home Where the soul find comfort And the heart find pleasure Home Where the depths of love is hard to measure it's Home I hear you callin' I hear you callin' I'll never be lost As long as I know there's a place like that Where I can go Where I can restore my weary soul On the mountain slopes of the south "Blue Smoke" Of home home sweet home Home back to the hills of the Whip-poor-wills Home with the fireflies blinking And the night stars twinklin' Home Honeysuckle vine and musky fine wine at Home With family and friends and joy that never end Home There's no place like it No place like it Home