Going Home

Yeah, I got a lot of friends on the West Coast

A lot of good memories

I want you to know that I won't forget

Everything you done for me

But it's been too long, way too long

Too, too, too, too, too, too long

Yeah, I'm goin' home

New York, Detroit and Chicago, you all are something else

You treated me just like kinfolks

But I swear I can't help myself

Yeah, it's been too long, way too long

Too, too, too, too, too, too long

Yeah, I'm goin' home

Well, I'm gonna write a letter, gonna send a telegram

And tell everybody, "This wanderin' boy

Is packin' his things right now"

And I'm goin' home

They'll be pickin', they'll be singin' when I get home

Well, my heart has done got heavy

I'm gonna load it in my old Chevy

And I'm goin' home

When your soul is a-runnin' dry, a country boy can tell

There's only one way to quench your thirst

And that's a-drinkin' at the family well

Yeah, it's been too long, yeah, way too long

Too, too, too, too, too, too long

Yeah, I'm goin' home

Well, I need a night or two on the back porch

Just here among the stars

Gonna free my mind for a little while

Of the honkytonks and bars

Yeah, it's been too long, way too long

Too, too, too, too, too, too long

Yeah, I'm goin' home

Well, I'm gonna write a letter, gonna send a telegram

Tell everybody, "This wanderin' boy

Is packin' his things right now"

And I'm goin' home

They'll be pickin', they'll be singin' when I get home

Well, my heart has done got heavy

Gonna load it in my old Chevy

And I'm goin' home