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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 crock of gold And more and more I'm thinking that the only treasures that I'll ever know Are long ago and far behind and wrapped up in my memories of home Home was a swimming hole and a fishing pole And the feel of the muddy road between my toes Home was a back porch swing when I would sit And mama sang 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 that lay 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 And the straight and narrow path you 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 the muddy road between my toes Home was a back porch swing when I would sit And mama sang 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 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