Song Lyrics

The only thing I see ahead
Is just the heat rising off the road
The rainbows I've been chasing
Keep on fading 'fore I find my pot of gold

And more and more I'm thinking
That the only treasures that I'll ever know
Are long ago and far behind
Wrapped up in my memories of home

Home was a swimming hole
And a fishing pole
And the feel of a muddy road
Between my toes
Home was a back porch swing
Where I would sit
And mama'd sing 'Amazing Grace'
While she hung out the clothes
Home was an easy chair
With my daddy there
And the smell of Sunday supper on the stove
My footsteps carry me away
But in my mind I'm always going home

Now the miles I put behind me
Ain't as hard as the miles that lay ahead
And it's way too late to listen
To the words of wisdom that my daddy said

The straight and narrow path he showed me
Turned into a thousand winding roads
My footsteps carry me away
But in my mind I'm always going home

Home was a swimming hole
And a fishing pole
And the feel of a muddy road
Between my toes
Home was a back porch swing
Where I would sit
And mama'd sing 'Amazing Grace'
While she hung out the clothes
Home was an easy chair
With my daddy there
And the smell of Sunday supper on the stove
My footsteps carry me away
But in my mind I'm always going home

The straight and narrow path he showed me
Turned into a thousand winding roads
My footsteps carry me away
But in my mind I'm always going home

Andy Spooner, Fred Lehner

The duration of Home is 3:20 minutes and seconds.