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Jim Reeves & Roger Miller



Well, I've been a-travelin' most of my life

Never took a home, and never took a wife

Ran away young and decided to roam

Wanna see my mama and my daddy back home.



Chorus:

Home, where the rivers run cold

The water tastes good, the winters ain't cold

Home, where the trees grow tall

The home fires burn, the whippoorwills call.



I remember stories that my daddy used to tell

My eyes would get big, and his chest would really swell

I could sit for hours and listen with glee

As he'd tell of how he lived when he's a boy like me.



Chorus:

Home, where the rivers run cold

The water tastes good, the winters ain't cold

Home, where the trees grow tall

The home fires burn, the whippoorwills call.



Well, mama dear, mama do you still love your boy

After all my roamin' can I still bring you joy

Mom sent a letter, got it not long ago

She said, ''Come home, I'm missin' you so.''



Chorus:

Home, where the rivers run cold

The water tastes good, the winters ain't cold

Home, where the trees grow tall

The home fires burn, the whippoorwills call.



The whippoorwills call.

Whippoorwills call.

Whippoorwills call...