The only thing I see ahead
Is just the heat rising off the road.
The rainbows I've been chasing keep
On fading 'fore I find my pot of gold.

And 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.

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 mama'd 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.
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 road
Between my toes.
Home was a back porch swing
Where I would sit
And mama'd 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 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.

Writer : SPOONER, ANDY/LEHNER, FRED
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing