I'm Going Home

I'm Going Home - The Kingston Trio

Well no matter where I wandered

I know I'll always find a welcome

At the end of every journey

There'll be friendly people waitin'

California would not hold me

Though I loved her timbered mountains

Worked her fields and worked her orchards

Up and down her central valley

I have driven open highway

Through the golden Utah valley

And I watched the rivers gently gliding

I wave my hand to friendly people

California would not hold me

Though I loved her timbered mountains

Worked her fields and worked her orchards

Up and down her central valley

Folks who know me call me a drifter

They don't know I'll stop my ramblin'

They don't know that someday somewhere

Somebody's gonna make me settle down

I'm going home Lord I'm going home

I'm going home Lord I'm going home

Well no matter where I wandered

I know I'll always find a welcome

At the end of every journey

There'll be friendly people waitin

California would not hold me

Though I loved her timbered mountains

Worked her fields and worked her orchards

Up and down her central valley

I'm going home