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