I'm Going Home
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'
California
Would not hold me
'Though I loved her timber mountains
Worked her fields and worked her orchards
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
California
Would not hold me
'Though I loved her timber mountains
Worked her fields and worked her orchards
Up and down her central valley
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
I'm going home, Lord, I'm going home
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'
California
Would not hold me
'Though I loved her timber mountains
Worked her fields and worked her orchards
Up and down her central valley
I'm going home!
Autor(es): Fred Geis
