Home — текст песни (Roy Drusky)

I`ve been a traveler most of my life never took a home never took a wife
Ran away young and decided to roam
I wanna see my mama and my daddy back home
Home where the river runs cold the water tastes good the winters ain`t cold
Home where trees grow tall the homefires burn and the whippoorwills call
[ ac.guitar ]
I remember stories that my pappa used to tell
My eyes get big and my chest begin to 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
Home where the river runs cold...
[ ac.guitar ]
Well mama dear mama do you still love your boy
After all my roamin` can I still bring you joy
Mom sent a letter got it not long ago it said come home I`m a missin` you so
Home where the river runs cold...