Looking out of my window pane,
Tears mingling with the rain,
I'm so lonesome I could cry, just like old hank,
Staring down on the city street,
Feeling empty and, [bad word] 
There's a place I need to be, to fill my tank,

place I can go where I can be free,
Where I can be happy and just be me,

Home, where the warm winds blowing and the rivers flowing along, like a lazy bum in the mid-day sun and I'm,
Gone, fishing with my pole at the fishing hole,
And I can lay down my heavy load,
And know that I'm always [bad word]  home,

I left home I was seventeen,
I had a lot of ambitious dreams,
Seen a lot of those [bad word] [bad word] I had good luck,
I [bad word] that's for sure,
I got a lot to be thankful for,
One of those things is a magic door that opens up,

Back to the time when I was a kid,
Too the sounds of the crickets and it's called

Home, on the front porch swinging and furn pots hanging,
Home, where the church bells ringing and the voices singing,
Old, songs, that's in my mind like a stitch in time,
Where the tea is sweet and the [bad word] 
Oh me, I wanna go, home

I often think about, where I have been,
Where I am going and thats about when I think about,
Home, where the soul [bad word] and the heart finds pleasure,

Home, where the depths of love is hard to measure,
It's home, I hear you callin', I hear you callin',
I'll never be lost as long as I know, there's a place like that where I can go,
Where I can restore my weary soul,
On the mountain slopes on the soft blue smoke, of home,

Home sweet home,
Home, back to the hills of the whipper wills,
Home, with the fire flies blinking and the night stars twinkling,
Home, honey suckle vine and muskey dine wine at, home
With family and friends and joy that never end,
Home, there's no place like it, no place like it,
HOME