Tác giả : Roger Miller
Người đăng : administrator, 14 năm trước
I've been a traveler the 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 like to see my mama and my papa back home 
 
Home, where the rivers run cold (gold) 
The water tastes good, the winters ain't cold 
Home, where the trees grow tall 
The home fires burn, the whippoorwills call 
 
Well i remember stories that my daddy used to tell 
Yeah my eyes'd get big, his just'd 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 (gold) 
The water tastes good, the winters ain't cold 
Home, where the trees grow tall 
The home fires burn, and the whippoorwills call 
 
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 (momma sent a letter..) 
And you said to come home, 'cause you were missin' me so(..it said ..'cause she's..) 
 
Home, where the rivers run cold (gold) 
The water tastes good, the winters ain't cold 
Home, where the trees grow tall 
The home fires burn, and the whipperwills call