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    Joe Diffie
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      About "Home"

      Lyrics for Joe Diffie - "Home"

      The only thing I see ahead
      Is just the heat rising off the road.
      The rainbows I've been chasing keep
      On fading 'fore I find my pot of gold.

      And more and more I'm thinking that
      The only treasures that I'll ever know
      Are long ago and far behind
      Wrapped up in my memories of home.

      Home was a swimming hole
      And a fishing pole
      And the feel of a muddy road
      Between my toes.
      Home was a back porch swing
      Where I would sit
      And mama'd sing '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.

      Now the miles I put behind me
      Ain't as hard as the miles
      That lay ahead.
      It's way too late to listen
      To the words of wisdom
      That my daddy said.

      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.

      Home was a swimming hole
      And a fishing pole
      And the feel of a muddy road
      Between my toes.
      Home was a back porch swing
      Where I would sit
      And mama'd sing '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 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.

      SONGWRITERS:
      C. SCOTT/ M. MILLER/ D. DENNIS/ P. CROSDALE./ E. WILKS/ D. FRASER/ B. DONAVAN
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