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
Worked her fields and worked her orchids up and down her central

I have driven open highway through the golden utah valley
And i watched the rivers gently gliding. i wave my hand to
Friendly people.


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. (repeat and then chorus

I'm going home!

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