Well, I've been a traveler most of my lifeNever took a home, never took a wifeRan away young and decided to roamWanna see my mama and my daddy back home
CHORUS: Home, where the river runs coldThe water tastes good, the winters ain't cold Home, where the trees grow tall The home fires burn, the whippoorwills call
I remember stories that my daddy used to tellMy eyes would get big, and his chest would swellI could sit for hours and listen with gleeAs he'd tell of how he lived when he's a boy like me
Well, mama dear, mama do you still love your boyAfter all my roamin' can I still bring you joyMom sent a letter, got it not long agoShe said "come home, I'm missin' you so