HOME
Words and music by: Andy Spooner, Fred Lehner
Recorded by Joe Diffie

The only thing I see ahead is just the heat rising off the road.
The rainbows I keep chasing keep on fading before I find my pot of gold.
But 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.

CHORUS: 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 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.

The miles I've put behind me weren't as hard as the miles that lay ahead,
And it's 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.

CHORUS

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.