I'm going back home where I was born First I planned to stay but I can't live this way I'm going back home where I was born Try to understand I think this city's grand But with all its charms give me a little country farm I'm going back home where I was born Oh yeah now, oh yeah, oh yeah now, oh yeah I tell you all about it, I think you ought to know Tell you all about it why I wanna go I miss the country preacher and the house of prayer I miss the bootlegger smelling in the air Miss friendly faces and the country smiles The crickets singing, you can hear it for miles I miss the rooster crowing at the break of dawn Yes it all happens where I was born Miss the fried chicken, colored greens Miss the hot biscuits and the Lima beans Miss the prayer meetings where people pray With the drum beating till the break of day You can have it, you can have it You can have it, you can have it You can have the town, I won't be around This here life's too fast but 'll never, never last I'm going back home where I was born I got to go home, got to go home Where the people are real, where people can feel Got to go down, got to go down Leave here today on my way so long, so long Going back home, going back home Got to go home, got to go home Got to go home, got to go home Where I, where I was born
I'm going back home where I was born First I planned to stay but I can't live this way I'm going back home where I was born Try to understand I think this city's grand But with all its charms give me a little country farm I'm going back home where I was born Oh yeah now, oh yeah, oh yeah now, oh yeah I tell you all about it, I think you ought to know Tell you all about it why I wanna go I miss the country preacher and the house of prayer I miss the bootlegger smelling in the air Miss friendly faces and the country smiles The crickets singing, you can hear it for miles I miss the rooster crowing at the break of dawn Yes it all happens where I was born Miss the fried chicken, colored greens Miss the hot biscuits and the Lima beans Miss the prayer meetings where people pray With the drum beating till the break of day You can have it, you can have it You can have it, you can have it You can have the town, I won't be around This here life's too fast but 'll never, never last I'm going back home where I was born I got to go home, got to go home Where the people are real, where people can feel Got to go down, got to go down Leave here today on my way so long, so long Going back home, going back home Got to go home, got to go home Got to go home, got to go home Where I, where I was born
