(Jimmy Rodgers)
I am dreaming, tonight, of an old southern town,
And the best friend that I ever had.
For I`ve grown so weary of roaming around,
And I`m going home to my Dad.
Your hair has turned to silver,
And I know you`re failing too.
Daddy, dear, oh, Daddy,
I`m coming back to you.
You made my childhood happy,
But still I longed to roam.
I`ve had my way, but now I`ll say,
I long for you and for home.
Dear Daddy, you shared all my sorrows and joys;
You tried hard to bring me up right.
I know you`ll still be one of the boys.
I`m starting back home tonight.
Your hair has turned to silver,
And I know you`re failing too.
Daddy, dear, oh, Daddy,
I`m coming back to you.
You made my childhood happy,
But still I longed to roam.
I`ve had my way, but now I`ll say,
I long for you and for home.
I`ve had my way, but now I`ll say,
I long for you and for home.