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well 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 wanna 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 the trees grow tall
the home fires burn the whippoorwills call
i remember stories that my daddy used to tell
my eyes'd get big his chest 'd really 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
the water tastes good
the winters ain't cold
home where the trees grow tall
the home fires burn the whippoorwills call
well mama dear mama do ya still love your boy
after all my roamin' can i still bring ya joy
mom sent a letter got it not long ago
she said come home i'm a-missin' ya so
home where the river runs cold
the water tastes good
the winters ain't cold
home where the trees grow tall
the home fires burn the whippoorwills call
whippoorwills call whippoorwills call
whippoorwills call
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- Duration : 2:00
- Key : Eb
- Genre : Country
- Year released : 1959
- Language : English
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