Momma's got her apron on standing in the kitchen
Cooking up my favorite dish whatever she is fixing
Daddy's in a picture in a frame that's always sitting by the phone

Daffodils are popping 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, knowing that this road I'm walking on
From time to time always leads me home

Brother he'll be waiting with the latest from the grapevine
Saying, man you won't believe them stories 'bout those crazy friends of mine
And all them little scandels that a small town just can't seem to leave alone

Later on we'll sit around, bellies tight from supper
Telling all them stories that we just can't get enough of
And somewhere in an honest laugh it'll finally hit me that I'm

Home, back home
Where the memories all have gathered up and slowly turned to gold
And I carry them along with me wherever I may go
And I feel fine, so fine
In knowing that this road I'm wandering on
From time to time always leads me home, back home

And when I go put some flowers down at daddy's stone
I see that empty space beside him
It always makes me glad that I came home

Home, back home
Where the Bible is the Bible and the angels get their wings
And the circle is unbroken when I hear those church bells ring
And I feel fine, you know I feel so fine
Yeah, knowing that this road I'm wandering on
From time to time unwinds across the rivers, through the pines
And leads me home, back home

Yeah, I'm going back home, back home