Lyrics of Home

Roger Miller

pochette album Home
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Release date : 22/08/1995

Duration : 0:01:5

Style : Country



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I've been a traveler the 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 like a 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 home fires burn the whippoorwills call

Well i remember stories that my pappy used to tell
Yeah my eyes would get big his chest would 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
The water tastes good the winters ain't cold
A home where trees grow tall
The home fires burn the whippoorwills call

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

A home where trees grow tall
The home fires burn the whippoorwills call
A home where the river runs cold
The water tastes good the winters ain't cold
A home where trees grow tall
The home fires burn the whippoorwills call

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