ROGER MILLER


Home Lyrics

I've been a traveler 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...

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 the river runs cold...

Songwriter(s): Roger Miller, Heather Lynn Morgan
Copyright: Sony/ATV Tree Publishing
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