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Home - Sean Wilson

The only thing I see ahead

Is just the heat a rising off the road

The rainbows I've been chasing keep on fading

Before I find my pot of gold

And 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 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 it's way too late to listen to the words of wisdom

That my daddy said

And 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

And 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