That's Where I Call Home

Small town county fairs

Middle of nowhere

Neon and barstool chairs

Whiskey and cold beer

Truck stops and parking lots

Dirt tracks before the green flag drops

Headlight beams, chasing dreams

Living like a tumbleweed

Wherever these wheels take me

Wherever fast lanes run

As long as there's a six string

And a song left to be sung

I'll pack up these bags and head on down the road

Wherever the highway finds this ol' rolling stone

That's where I call home

I hope you forgive me, girl

Don't mean to hurt you

But your wrap around porch world

Can't hold down my roots

A cowboy heart and a gypsy soul

Can make love so damn hard to hold

And I don't wanna let that do

But baby, you should know

Wherever these wheels take me

Wherever fast lanes run

As long as there's a six string

And a song left to be sung

I'll pack up these bags and head on down the road

Wherever the highway finds this ol' rolling stone

That's where I call home

Girl, I'll always love the thought of you and me

But you'll never have to wonder if I'll stay or if I'll leave

'Cause wherever these wheels take me

Wherever fast lanes run

As long as there's a six string

And a song left to be sung

I'll pack up these bags and head on down the road

Wherever the highway finds this ol' rolling stone

That's where I call home

That's where I call home

Yeah, that's where I call home

That's where I call home