Home — текст песни (Tim McGraw)

Mama`s got her apron on

Standing in the kitchen

Cooking up my favorite dish

Whatever she is fixing

Daddy`s in a picture in a frame

That`s always sitting by the phone



Daffodils are popping up

Out behind the clothesline

Underneath that tree I planted

When I was just a boy of nine

Man I never can believe

Just how much it`s grown when I go



Home

Back home

To the gentle place that held be close

As I became a man

And the streets are all familiar

And an old friend shakes my hand

And I feel fine

So fine

Yeah, knowing that this road I`m wandering on

From time to time

It always leads me home



Brother, he`ll be waiting with the

Latest from the grapevine, saying

Man you won`t believe them stories

About those crazy friends of mine

And all them little scandals

That a small town can`t seem to leave alone



Later on we`ll sit around

Bellies tight from supper

Telling all them stories

That we just can`t get enough of

And somewhere in an honest laugh

It`ll finally hit me that I`m



Home

Back home

Where the memories all have gathered up

And slowly turned to gold

And I carry them along with me wherever I may go

And I feel fine

So fine

In knowing that this road I`m wandering on

From time to time

It always leads me home

Back home



Well I go and put some flowers down at daddy`s stone

And I see that empty space beside him

It always makes me glad that I came



Home

Back home

Where the Bible is the Bible

And the angels get their wings

And the circle is unbroken

When I hear them church bells ring

And I feel fine

You know I feel so fine

Yeah, knowing that this road I`m wandering on

From time to time unwinds

Cross the rivers, through the pines

It always leads me home



Back home

Yeah I`m going back home

Back home