Going Home

Well I got a lot of friends on the west coast
A lot of good memories
I want you to know that I won't forget
Everything you've done for me
But it's been too long, way too long
Too long, yeah I'm going home
New York, Detroit and Chicago, you are something else
Treated me just like kinfolks
But I swear I can't help myself
Yeah it's been too long, way way too long
Too long, yeah I'm going home

Well I'm gonna write a letter, gonna send a telegram
Tell everybody that's wondering boy
He's packin his things right now and I'm going home

There'll be picking, there'll be singing when I get home
Well my heart has done got heavy
Gonna load it in my old Chevy
And I'm going home

When your soul is a-running dry, a country boy can tell
There's only one way to quench your thirst
And that's a-drinking at the family well
Well it's been too long, yeah way too long
Too long, yeah I'm going home

Well I need a night or two on the back porch
Just there among the stars
Gonna free my mind for a little while
Of the honky tonks and bars
Yeah it's been too long, well way too long
Too long, yeah I'm going home

Well I'm gonna write a letter, gonna send a telegram
Tell everybody that's wondering boy
He's packing his things right now and I'm going home

There'll be picking, there'll be singing when I get home
Well my heart has done got heavy
Gonna load it in my old Chevy
And I'm going home