Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Home , by - Roger Miller. Song from the album Anthology: His Early Years, in the genre КантриRelease date: 24.09.2020
Record label: Master Tape
Song language: English
Home |
| I’ve been a traveler most of my life I never took a home I never took a wife |
| Ran away young and decided to roam |
| But now I’d likea see my mama and my papa back home |
| Well a home where the river runs cold the water tastes good the winters ain’t |
| cold |
| A home where trees grow tall the homefires burn the whippoorwills call |
| Well I remember stories that my pappy used to tell |
| Yeah my eyes would get big my chest just a 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 |
| Well a home where the river runs cold… |
| Now mama dear mama do you still love your boy |
| After all my roamin' can I still bring you joy |
| Mom you sent a letter got it not long ago |
| And you said to come home cause you’re missin' me so |
| Well a home where the river runs cold… |