Goin' Home

Too long I’ve wandered this ol’ world
to find where I might blend—
no place can match that farm back home,
no matter where I’ve been.

Fireflies in the evenin’,
sunsets scarlet red—
oh, how those memories take me back—
how I miss my feather bed.

I see the farm deep in my mind
‘til it almost drives me wild—
I know it can’t be like it was
when I was but a child.

But, I’m on my way back to that place,
to me—now hallowed ground,
tho’ friends I knew, an’ dearly loved,
have probably left our town.

I have to go—I have to feel
once more that I have roots.
Just a thousand miles of hitchin’
in these worn out cowboy boots.