The only thing I see ahead
Is just the heat risin’ off the road
The rainbows I've been chasin’ keep
On fading 'fore I find my pot of gold

And the more and more I'm thinking that
The only treasures that I'll ever know
Are long ago and far behind
Wrapped up in my memories of home

Home was a swimming hole
And a fishing pole
And the feel of a muddy road
Between my toes
Home was a back porch swing
Where I would sit
And mama'd sing “Amazing Grace”
While she hung out the clothes
Home was an easy chair
With my daddy there
And the smell of
Sunday suppеr on the stove
My footsteps carry mе 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
It's way 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 road
Between my toes
Home was a back porch swing
Where I would sit
And mama'd 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

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