(Dolly Parton)

Waitin' for a ride by the edge of the road
With a brown paper bag that hold smy clothes
Tonight I'm a goin' home where I belong
Good Lord's willing and the creek don't rise
And if my luck holds out and I catch a ride
When the sun goes down tomorrow I should be home.

I'm a goin' back to the people I love back to the place that I dreram of
It's true that there's no place like home sweet home
The one I want to see the most is the one that begged me not to go
When the sun goes down tomorrow I should be home.

--- Instrumental ---

This big city ain't no kind of place for a country girl with a friendly face
When you smile people look at you funny they take it wrong
They laugh at my talking and the clothes I wear
They put me down and they call me square
When the sun goes down tomorrow I should be home.

I'm a goin' back to the people I love back to the place that I dreram of
It's true that there's no place like home sweet home
The one I want to see the most is the one that begged me not to go
When the sun goes down tomorrow I should be home.

Yeah, I'm a goin' back to the people I love back to the place that I dreram of
It's true that there's no place like home sweet home
The one I want to see the most is the one that begged me not to go
When the sun goes down tomorrow I should be home.

When the sun goes down tomorrow I should be home...