doggone long now at last the rambling fever's gone I'm goin' home I know that mama'll cry with joy To see her wanderin' boy I'm goin' home I'm goin' home
Translation: Bobby Bare. Goin' Home.
go home now don't it make you wanna go home All God's children get weary when they roam Don't it make you wanna go home don't it make you wanna go home
this a goin' on The personal game wealth and fame they did their league all wrong All wrapped up in the stars and stripes Bill came home one day If there
twenty years ten thousand nights and a million beers But I'm tired of the road Joe it's no fun anymore Joe I'm savin' my money and I'll be goin' home
'm happy you're right Six days on the road and I'm gonna make it home tonight Six days on the road and I'm gonna make it home tonight
here in the weeds a little closer so I can see I hear the June bugs in the night see you in the front porch light I'm goin' home I've had enough God
't fit in with all that's goin' on Your love's an invitation but I can't go along Cause when I want to love a lady I go home I go home to love a lady
house with a yard full o' rusty cars and you know there'll be a coffee perkin' on a rusty stove and you walk right in, sit down and feel right at home
