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Текст песни Roger Miller - Home

Roger Miller - Home слова песни


I`ve been a traveler the most of my life
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..)
And you said to come home, `cause you were missin` me so(..it
said ..`cause she`s..)

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, and the whipperwills call

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