well
no matter where i wandered i know i'll always find a welcome at the end of every journey
there'll be friendly people waitin'
california would not hold me 'though i loved her timber mountains
worked her fields and worked her orchids up and down her central valley
i have driven open highway through the golden utah valley
and i watched the rivers gently gliding. i wave my hand to friendly people
california would not hold me 'though i loved her timber mountains
worked her fields and worked her orchids up and down her central valley
folks who know me call me a drifter. they don't know i'll stop my ramblin'
they don't know that someday somewhere somebody's gonna make me settle down
i'm going home
lord
i'm going home.