Coming Home

I've been out here on the road a while now Seen the Colorado mountains and the lakes of Idaho But I'm coming home, i'm coming home, i'm coming home I've been playing this guitar for years now Travelled from place to place and been on big jet planes But i'm coming home, i'm coming home, i'm coming home To the place where I grew up down that old dirt road That big old tree with the timber swing where I'd sit and write my songs I'm a small town girl with a travelling urge taking the whole world on Oooooooh, I like coming home To my mumma's warm hug and friendly smile To all the familiar faces I used to see all the time Now i've grown, now i've grown, now i've grown From the place where I grew up down that old dirt road That big old tree with the timber swing where I'd sit and write my songs I'm a small town girl with a travelling urge taking the whole world on Oooooooh, I like coming home, I like coming home To the place where I grew up down that old dirt road That big old tree with the timber swing where I'd sit and write my songs I'm a small town girl with a travelling urge taking the whole world on Oooooooh, I like coming home. I like coming home I've been out here on the road a while now