(Roger Miller)

I been a traveler most of my life
Never took a home never took a wife
Ran away young and decided to roam
I wanna see my mama and my daddy back home.

Home where the river runs cold
The water tastes good the winters ain't cold
Home where the trees grow tall
The homefires burn the whippoorwills call.

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I remember stories that my pappy used to tell
My eyes'd get big his chest would really swell
I could sit for hours and a listen with glee
As he'd tell of how he lived when he's a boy like me.

Home where the river runs cold
The water tastes good the winters ain't cold
Home where the trees grow tall
The homefires burn the whippoorwills call.

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Well mama, dear mma, do you still love your boy
After all my roamin' can I still bring you joy
Mom sent a letter got it not long ago
It said come home I'm a missin' you so.

Home where the river runs cold
The water tastes good the winters ain't cold
Home where the trees grow tall
The homefires burn the whippoorwills call...