Never took a home, never took a wife
 Ran away young and decided to roam
 Wanna see my mama and my papa back home

 CHORUS:
 Home, where the rivers run cold
 The water tastes good, the winters ain't cold
 Home, where the trees grow tall
 The home fires burn, and the whippoorwills call

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

 REPEAT CHORUS

 Well, mama dear, mama 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
 She said "come home, 'cause I'm missin' you so

 REPEAT CHORUS

 whippoorwills call