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von Greg Blake

Well the only thing I see ahead is just the heat arising off the road
And the rainbows I′ve been chasing keep on fading, before I find my pot of gold
More and more I'm thinking, that the only treasures that I′ll ever know
Are long ago and far behind me, wrapped up in my memories of home

Home was a swimming hole and a fishing pole
And the feel of the muddy road between my toes
Home was a back porch swing where I would sit
And Mama sang Amazing Grace while she hung out the clothes
Home was an easy chair with my daddy there
And the smell of Sunday supper on the stove
My footsteps carry me away but in my mind I'm always going home


Now the miles I put behind me ain't as hard as the miles that lay ahead
And it′s much to late to listen to the words of wisdom that my daddy said
Oh the straight and narrow path he showed me, turned into a thousand winding roads
My footsteps carry me away but in my mind I′m always going home

Home was a swimming hole and a fishing pole
And the feel of the muddy road between my toes
Home was a back porch swing where I would sit
And Mama sang Amazing Grace while she hung out the clothes
Home was an easy chair with my daddy there
And the smell of Sunday supper on the stove
My footsteps carry me away but in my mind I'm always going home

Oh, my footsteps carry me away but in my mind I′m always going home