Well, I've been a traveler most of my life
Never took a home, never took a wife
Ran away young and decided to roam
Want to see my mama and my daddy back homeHome, where the river runs cold
The water tastes good, the winters ain't cold
Home, where the trees grow tall
The home fires burn, the whippoorwills callI remember stories that my daddy used to tell
My eyes would get big, and his chest would swell
I could sit for hours and listen with glee
As he'd tell of how he lived when he's a boy like meHome, where the river runs cold
The water tastes good, the winters ain't cold
Home, where the trees grow tall
The home fires burn, the whippoorwills callWell, 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
She said, come home, I'm missin' you soHome, where the river runs cold
The water tastes good, the winters ain't cold
Home, where the trees grow tall
The home fires burn, the whippoorwills call
Whippoorwills call
Whippoorwills call
Songwriters
JOHN MILLER JR, MATT MOOREPublished by
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group