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Mamas got her apron on

Standing in the kitchen

Cooking up my favorite dish

Whatever she is fixing

Daddys in a picture in a frame

Thats always sitting by the phone

Daffodils are popping 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 its grown when I go

Home

Back home

To the gentle place that held be close

As I became a man

And the streets are all familiar

And an old friend shakes my hand

And I feel fine

So fine

Yeah, knowing that this road Im wandering on

From time to time

It always leads me home

Brother, hell be waiting with the

Latest from the grapevine, saying

Man you wont believe them stories

About those crazy friends of mine

And all them little scandals

That a small town cant seem to leave alone

Later on well sit around

Bellies tight from supper

Telling all them stories

That we just cant get enough of

And somewhere in an honest laugh

Itll finally hit me that im

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 knowing that this road Im wandering on

From time to time

It always leads me home

Back home

Well I go and put some flowers down at daddys stone

And I see that empty space beside him

It always makes me glad that I came

Home

Back home

Where the Bible is the bible

And the angels get their wings

And the circle is unbroken

When I hear them church bells ring

And I feel fine

You know I feel so fine

Yeah, knowing that this road Im wandering on

From time to time unwinds

Cross the rivers, through the pines

It always leads me home

Back home

Yeah Im going back home

Back home