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The only thing I see ahead
 Is just the heat arising off the road
 The rainbows I've been chasing
 Keep on fading
 Before I find my pot of gold
 And more and more I'm thinking
 That's the only treasure that I'll ever know
 Are long ago and when far behind
 Wrapped up in my memories of home
 Home was a swimming hole and a fishing pole-
 And the feel of a muddy row between my toes
 Home was a back porch swing where I would sit-
 And mom would 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 row between my toes
 Home was a back porch swing
 Where I would sit
 And Mom would 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
 Yeah, 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