Try to understand, I think this city's grand
Miss the fried chicken, colored greens
Yes it all happens where I was born
With the drum beating till the break of day
I'm going back home where I was born
I'm going back home where I was born
I miss the country preacher and the house of prayer
Miss friendly faces and the country smiles
Miss the prayer meetings where the people pray
Where the people are real, people can feel
Tell you all about it why I wanna go
The cricket singing you can hear it for miles
I miss the bootlegger smelling in the air
Going back home, going back home
You can have the town, I won't be around
Got to go down, got to go down
I'm going back home where I was born
This here life's too fast but 'll never never last
Got to go home, got to go home
But with all its charms give me a little country farm
Leave here today on my way, so long so long
You can have it, you can have it
I tell you all about it, I think you ought to know
You can have it, you can have it
I got to go home, got to go home
Oh yeah now, oh yeah, oh yeah now, oh yeah
Got to go home, got to go home
I miss the rooster crowing at the break of dawn
Miss the hot biscuits and the lima beans
