letra de home - roger miller
i’ve been a traveler the most of my life
i never took a home i never took a wife
ran away young and decided to roam
but now i’d like a see my mama and my papa back home
well a home where the river runs cold
the water tastes good the winters ain’t cold
a home where trees grow tall
the home fires burn the whippoorwills call
well i remember stories that my pappy used to tell
yeah my eyes would get big his chest would 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
well a home where the river runs cold
the water tastes good the winters ain’t cold
a home where trees grow tall
the home fires burn the whippoorwills call
now mama dear mama do you still love your boy?
after all my roamin’, can i still bring you joy?
mom you sent a letter got it not long ago
and you said to come home ’cause you’re missin’ me so
a home where trees grow tall
the home fires burn the whippoorwills call
a home where the river runs cold
the water tastes good the winters ain’t cold
a home where trees grow tall
the home fires burn the whippoorwills call
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