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Well, I've been a traveler most of my
Never took a home, never a wife
Ran away and decided to roam
to see my mama and my daddy back home

Home, the river runs cold
The water tastes good, the winters ain't
Home, where the trees tall
The fires burn, the whippoorwills call

I remember stories that my daddy to tell
My eyes would get big, and his chest swell
I could sit for hours and with glee
As he'd tell of how he lived he's a boy like me

Home, the river runs cold
The tastes good, the winters ain't cold
Home, where the trees grow
The home fires burn, the whippoorwills

Well, mama dear, do you still love your boy
After all my can I still bring you joy
Mom a letter, got it not long ago
She said, come home, I'm you so

Home, where the river cold
The water tastes good, the winters cold
Home, the trees grow tall
The home fires burn, the whippoorwills
call
Whippoorwills