The only thing I see ahead
Is just the heat arising 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's the only treasure that I'll ever know
Are long ago and when 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
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
Yeah, 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
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