home

i've been a traveler most of my life i never took a home i never took a wife

ran away young and decided to roam

but now i'd likea 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 homefires burn the whippoorwills call

well i remember stories that my pappy used to tell

yeah my eyes would get big my chest just a 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.