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[Verse 1]
Mama's got her apron on
Standing in the kitchen
Cooking up my favorite dish
Whatever she is fixin'
Daddy's in a picture in a frame
That's always sitting by the phone
[Verse 2]
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
[Chorus]
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
Mama's got her apron on
Standing in the kitchen
Cooking up my favorite dish
Whatever she is fixin'
Daddy's in a picture in a frame
That's always sitting by the phone
[Verse 2]
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
[Chorus]
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
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