The Road Home by The Young Fables Lyrics

I drove up that old county road to the place where I'm from
Just to bring back memories that I made when I's young
I looked over across the creek at the church on the hill
The graveyard where all my kin sleep, so quiet and so still

From the rush of the people in the big city lights
I come back to the old home place where I played as a child
Not cluttered by tall buildings or hurried by time
I close my eyes and go back to the days that could only be mine

A swing on the porch and a sweet scent in the air
There's an old man inside who sits in a rocking chair
Oh, he taught me to love and work hard for what I want
Get out of this town but remember where you are from

From the rush of the people in the big city lights
I come back to the old home place where I played as a child
Not cluttered by tall buildings or hurried by time
I close my eyes and go back to the days that could only be mine

From the rush of the people in the big city lights
I come back to the old home place where I played as a child
Not cluttered by tall buildings or hurried by time
I close my eyes and go back to the days that could only be mine