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Mama's got her apron on
 Standing in the kitchen
 Cooking up my favorite dish
 Whatever she is fixing
 Daddy's in a picture in a frame
 That's always sitting by the phone
 Daffodils are popping up
 Out behind the clothesline
 Underneath that tree I planted
 When I was just a boy of nine
 Man I never can believe
 Just how much it's grown when I go
 Home
 Back home
 To the gentle place that held be close
 As I became a man
 And the streets are all familiar
 And an old friend shakes my hand
 And I feel fine
 So fine
 Yeah, knowing that this road I'm wandering on
 From time to time
 It always leads me home
 Brother, he'll be waiting with the
 Latest from the grapevine, saying
 Man you won't believe them stories
 About those crazy friends of mine
 And all them little scandals
 That a small town can't seem to leave alone
 Later on we'll sit around
 Bellies tight from supper
 Telling all them stories
 That we just can't get enough of
 And somewhere in an honest laugh
 It'll finally hit me that I'm
 Home
 Back home
 Where the memories all have gathered up
 And slowly turned to gold
 And I carry them along with me wherever I may go
 And I feel fine
 So fine
 In knowing that this road I'm wandering on
 From time to time
 It always leads me home
 Back home
 Well I go and put some flowers down at daddy's stone
 And I see that empty space beside him
 It always makes me glad that I came
 Home
 Back home
 Where the Bible is the Bible
 And the angels get their wings
 And the circle is unbroken
 When I hear them church bells ring
 And I feel fine
 You know I feel so fine
 Yeah, knowing that this road I'm wandering on
 From time to time unwinds
 Cross the rivers, through the pines
 It always leads me home
 Back home
 Yeah I'm going back home
 Back home