Whoa, I'm coming home. Yeah, I'm coming home. I'm coming home. You hear that little old whistle going. You hear the wheels on the track, they're going. I'm coming home. Yeah, home. Home. Home.Home. Well, I wrote my girl a letter. I know she's sort of playing. She told her mother-in-law and I know he's sort of mad. And I'm coming home. Yeah, home. Yeah, home. I'm coming home.Well, I got my little girl waiting at the station and she better wait there. Praise God.Hey, but in her little letter she said that.She said she loved me and down at the bottom. She said she loved me and I'm coming home. Home. Home. Home. Coming home. Yeah, home. Coming home.I'm going to swim to a river. I'm going to climb to a mountain. I'm going to walk, walk, walk till my feet get soaked. I'm going to walk, walk, walk till my feet get soaked.I'm going to walk.One, two, one, two, one, two, one, two, one, two, one, two, one, two, one, two, one, two.One, two, one, two, one, two, one, two.One, two, one, two.