| The only the thing I see ahead is Just the heat a rising off the road |
| The rainbows I’ve been chasing keep on fading before I find my pot of gold |
| But more and more I’m thinking, that the only treasures that I’ll ever know |
| Are long ago and far behind and 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 much to 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. |