I'm Going Home

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 mountains Worked her fields and worked her orchids up and down her central valley I have driven open highway through the golden Utah valley And I watched the rivers gently gliding. I wave my hand to friendly people California would not hold me 'though I loved her timber mountains Worked her fields and worked her orchids up and down her central valley 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 twice I'm going home