Lyrics:

The only the thing I see ahead isJust the heat a rising off the roadThe rainbows I've been chasing keep on fading bef
ore I find my pot of goldBut more and more I'm thinking, that the only treasures that I'll ever knowAre long ago and far behi
nd and wrapped up in my memories of homeHome was a swimming hole and a fishing pole and the feel of a muddy row between my to
esHome was a back porch swing where I would sit and mom would sing amazing graceWhile she hung out the clothes,Home was an e
asy chair with my daddy there and the smell of Sunday supper on the stoveMy footsteps carry me away but in my mind I'm always
going homeNow the miles I put behind me ain't as hard as the miles that lay aheadAnd its much to late to listen to the words
of wisdom that my daddy saidThe straight and narrow path he showed me turned into a thousand winding roads,My footsteps car
ry 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 row betw
een my toesHome was a back porch swing where I would sit and mom would sing amazing graceWhile she hung out the clothes,Home
was an easy chair with my daddy there and the smell of Sunday supper on the stoveMy footsteps carry me away but in my mind I'
m always going homeYeah, the straight and narrow path he showed me turned into a thousand winding roads,My footsteps carry m
e away, but in my mind I'm always going home.