TOUCH OF HOME
Ernie Goff
Bill Carter
Mama's In The Kitchen
I Can Smell The Bacon Fryin'
Grease A-Poppin' Like It Always Did
With That Little Apron On
She Pours The Gravy On The Biscuits
My Mouth Waters Like A Kid
This Is Sunday Mornin', And The Preacher's Comin' Today
I Can Hear My Mama Talkin'
Tellin' All About Her Boy Who Is Away.

I Can See My Sister Sittin'
In The Rockin' Chair A Knittin'
Something For The Neighbor's Kids To Wear
And When Someone Asks Mama If She's Heard From Me
They See A Glistenin' Tear
And My Daddy's Droopin' Shoulders
Bear A Burden As He Does The Chores Alone
Oh, But How I'm Thankin' God That He Still Lets Me
Feel a TOUCH OF HOME.

Then The Glitter From The Circle 
Of The Flashlight That The Guard Is Holdin'
Shines Against My Wall
When I Answer To My Number
He Moves To The Next Cell On Down The Hall
It's The Dream That Makes My Life Worth Livin'
As I Face Another Prison Dawn
And I Just Couldn't Make It
Without The Thoughts That Bring a TOUCH OF HOME
No, I Just Couldn't Make It
Without The Thoughts That Bring a TOUCH OF HOME.







(Contributed by Garr Norick - March 2007)