I'm a rambler and a rover and a wanderer it seems
I've travelled all over chasing after my dreams
But a dream [bad word] [bad word] and a heart should be filled
And a life should be lived in the Piney Wood Hills

I'll return to the woodlands, I'll return to the snow
I'll return to the hills, and the valley below
I'll return as a poor man or a king if God wills
But I'm on my way home to the Piney Wood Hills

I was raised on a song there
I done right, I done wrong there
And it's [bad word] I belong there
And it's [bad word] it's my home

From ocean to ocean I've rambled and roamed
And soon I'll return to my Piney Wood home
Maybe someday I'll find someone who will
Love as I love my Piney Wood Hills

I was raised on a song there
I done right, I done wrong there
And it's [bad word] I belong there
And it's [bad word] it's my home

I'll return to the woodlands, I'll return to the snow
I'll return to the hills and the valley below
I'll return as a poor man or a king if God wills
But I'm on my way home to the Piney Wood Hills