Momma's got her apron on
Standin' in the kitchen
Cookin' up my favorite dish
Whatever she is fixin'
Daddy's in a picture in a frame that's
Always sittin' by the phone
Daffodils are poppin' up out behind the clothesline
Underneath that tree I planted when I was just a boy of nine
Man, I never can believe just how much it's grown
When I go
Home, back home
To the gentle place that held me close as
I became a man
Where the streets are all familiar and an
Old friend shakes my hand
And I feel fine, so fine
Yeah knowin' that this road I'm wanderin' on
From time to time always leads me home
Brother he'll be waitin' with the latest
From the grapevine
Sayin' man you won't believe them
Stories