HOME
(Roger Miller)

Jim Reeves - 1959



 
Well, I've been a traveler most of my life
Never took a home, never took a wife
Ran away young and decided to roam
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 trees grow tall
The homefires burn, the whippoorwills call

I remember stories that my Daddy used to tell
My eyes would get big his chest it really swelled
I could sit for hours and 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 trees grow tall
The homefires burn, the whippoorwills call

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, I'm a-missin' you so"

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



(Transcribed by Mel Priddle - June 2010)