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
Now 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 the trees grow tall The home fires burn,
the whippoorwills call
I remember stories that my pappy used to tell
My eyes would get big and his chest would
really swell
I could sit for hours and listen with glee
As he'd tell of how he lived when he was a boy like me
Home,
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
Mama dear, mama do you still love your boy?
After all my roaming can I still bring you joy?
Mom sent a letter, got it not long ago
She said, come home, I'm a-missing you so
Home,
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
The whippoorwills call Whippoorwills call