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 its 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. Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com