Roger Miller Home текст песни, слова песни Home Roger Miller
Roger Miller - Home
I never took a home, I never took a wife
Ran away young and decided to roam
But now I'd like to see my mama and my papa back home
Home, where the rivers run cold (gold)
The water tastes good, the winters ain't cold
Home, where the trees grow tall
The home fires burn, the whippoorwills call
Well I remember stories that my daddy used to tell
Yeah my eyes'd get big, his just'd 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
Home, where the river runs cold (gold)
The water tastes good, the winters ain't cold
Home, where the trees grow tall
The home fires burn, and the whippoorwills call
Now, mama dear, mama do you still love your boy
After all my roamin' can I still bring you joy
Mom you sent a letter, got it not long ago (momma sent a letter..)
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