But in my mind I'm always going home
Home was an easy chair with my daddy there
And it's way too late to listen to the words of wisdom that my daddy said
My footsteps carry me away
The straight and narrow path he showed me
Turned into a thousand winding roads
Are long ago and far behind, wrapped up in my memories of home
And the feel of a muddy row between my toes
My footsteps carry me away
And mom would sing amazing grace, while she hung out the clothes
And the feel of a muddy row between my toes
Home was a swimming hole and a fishing pole
My footsteps carry me away
And mom would sing amazing grace, while she hung out the clothes
Home was an easy chair with my daddy there
Turned into a thousand winding roads
Now the miles I put behind me ain't as hard as the miles that lay ahead
Home was a back porch swing where I would sit
But in my mind I'm always going home
But the straight and narrow path he showed me
And more and more I'm thinking, that the only treasures that I'll ever know
Home was a back porch swing where I would sit
But in my mind I'm always going home
And the smell of Sunday supper on the stove
And the smell of Sunday supper on the stove
My footsteps carry me away
Home was a swimming hole and a fishing pole
