| The only the thing I see ahead isJust 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 and wrapped up in my memories of home
 
 Home was a swimming hole and a fishing pole and the feel of a muddy row 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 its 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 row 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.
 
 
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