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
Wrapped up in my memories of home
Home was a swimming hole and a fishing pole
And the feel of a muddy road 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 too 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 road 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
