Текст песни Roger Miller - Home, слова песни Roger Miller

Текст песни Roger Miller - Home

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I`ve been a traveler most of my life I never took a home I never took a wifeRan away young and decided to roamBut now I`d likea see my mama and my papa back homeWell a home where the river runs cold the water tastes good the winters ain`t coldA home where trees grow tall the homefires burn the whippoorwills callWell I remember stories that my pappy used to tellYeah my eyes would get big my chest just a swellI could sit for hours and listen with gleeAs he`d tell of how he lived when he`s a boy like meWell a home where the river runs cold...Now mama dear mama do you still love your boyAfter all my roamin` can I still bring you joyMom you sent a letter got it not long agoAnd you said to come home cause you`re missin` me soWell a home where the river runs cold...

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