Fred Geis
Well, no matter where I wandered I know I`ll always find a welcome at the end of every journey.
There`ll be friendly people waitin`.
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California would not hold me `though I loved her timber mountains.
Worked her fields and worked her orchids up and down her central valley.
I have driven open highway through the golden Utah valley
And I watched the rivers gently gliding. I wave my hand to friendly people.
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Folks who know me call me a drifter. They don`t know I`ll stop my ramblin`.
They don`t know that someday somewhere somebody`s gonna make me settle down.
I`m going home, Lord, I`m going home. (Repeat and then chorus twice)
I`m going home!