Roy Drusky - Home

I've been a traveler most of my life never took a home never took a wife
Ran away young and decided to roam
I want to see my mama and my daddy back home
Home where the river runs cold the water tastes good the winters ain't cold
Home where trees grow tall the home fires burn and the whippoorwills call

I remember stories that my papa used to tell
My eyes get big and my chest begin to 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

Well mama dear mama do you still love your boy
After all my roaming can I still bring you joy
Mom sent a letter got it not long ago it said come home I'm a missing you so
Home where the river runs cold

Written by:
Trent Reznor

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