I'm Going Back Home

I'm going back home where I was born



First I planned to stay but I can't live this way



I'm going back home where I was born



Try to understand, I think this city's grand



But with all it's charm give me a little country farm



I'm going back home where I was born



Oh yeah, now, oh yeah, oh yeah, now, oh yeah



I tell you all about it, I think you ought to know



Tell you all about it, why I wanna go



I miss the country preacher and the house of prayer



I miss the bootlegger smellin' in the air



Miss friendly faces and the country smiles



The crickets singing, you can hear it for miles



I miss the rooster crowing at the break of dawn



Yes, it all happens where I was born



Miss the fried chicken, colored greens



Miss the hot biscuits and the lima beans



Miss the prayer meetings where people pray



With the drum beating till the break of day



You can have it, you can have it



You can have it, you can have it



You can have thy town, I won't be around



This here life's too fast but'll never, never last



I'm going back home where I was born



I got to go home, got to go home



Where the people are real, people can feel



Got to go down, got to go down



Leavin' today on my way, so long, so long



Going back home, going back home



Got to go home, got to go home



Got to go home, got to go home



Where I, where I was born