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Home - Roger Miller

I've been a traveler the 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 the water tastes good

The winters ain't cold

A home where trees grow tall

The homefires burn the whippoorwills call

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 trees grow tall

The homefires burn the whippoorwills call

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 a home where the river runs cold the water