Find My Way Back Home

Summertime is here again, hay is on the ground
Corn is high and in the breeze, and there’s children all around
Everywhere there signs o' life, little rabbits in the grain
Blackberries on the side o' the road, smell of an evening rain
Makes me want to find my way back home
Yes it makes me want to find my way back home

Come to know so many folks, L.A. to Alabam’
All the time searching, just to find out who I am
Then one day it came to me, I ain’t never been the same
I found the answer wasn’t on the road, it was back from where I came
It made me want to find my way back home
Said it made me want to find my way back home

My traveling days are done you see, now I’ve settled down
‘Cause the dream came true ‘bout a little home on some shady Southern ground
And there’s a little girl I’m so glad I married, took her for my wife
To share the things that are in my heart and love her all my life
And she makes me want to find my way back home
Yea, she makes me want to find my way back home

Now I’m caring for my family the best that I know how
Tending to the old folks, who’ve lost their way just now
Raising up my children giving them my time and love
Teaching them the golden rule and to trust the Lord above
And they make me want to find my way back home
Yea they make me want to find my way back home

Summertime is here again, hay is on the ground
Corn is high and in the breeze, and there’s children all around
Everywhere there signs a life, little rabbits in the grain
Blackberries on the side a the road, smell of an evening rain
Makes me want to find my way back home
Yes it makes me want to find my way back home
Oh I know I’m gonna find my way back home

Copyright 2004 Johnny Hilton
Quiet Place Music BMI