I'm going back home where I was born First I planned to stay but I can't live this way I'm going back home where I was born
Try to understand I think this city's grand But with all it's charme give me the little country farm I'm going back home where I was born
Oh yeah oh yeah oh yeah now oh yeah I tell you all about it I think you ought to know Tell you all about it why I wanna go
I miss the country preacher and the house of prayer I miss the bootlegger smelling in the air Miss friendly faces and the country smiles The crickets singing you can hear it for miles
Miss the rooster crowing at the break of dawn Yes it all happens where I was born Miss the fried chicken colored greens Miss the hot biscuits and the lima beans Miss the prayer meeting where the people pray With the drum beating till the break of day
You can have it you can have it You can have it you can have it You can have thy town I won't be around This here life's too fast but 'll never never last
I'm going back home where I was born I got to go home got to go home Where the people are real people can feel Got to go down got to go down Leave here today on my way so long so long Going back home going back home Got to go home got to go home Got to go home got to go home Where I where I was bornTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
