Home

I like to sing about my home 
I like to say things sometimes all wrong 
I like to live where the fish do bite 
I like to hunt my game mostly at night 
Mostly at night 

And I feel lucky I'm home 
And I'm so miserable when I'm gone 
And I prefer not to roam 
Very far from my home 

I like to hear my father pray before our meals 
I like to hear young children holler, play, and squeal 
I like to live where I can grow my own 
It's not much of a place but it's the place I call my home 
It's the place I call my own

And I feel lucky I'm home 
And I'm so miserable when I'm gone 
And I prefer not to roam 
Very far from my (home) 

I was thinkin' just today 
That there must be a better way 
I work my fingers to the bone 
And still ain't worthy of a loan 

And I feel lucky I'm home 
And I'm so miserable when I'm gone 
And I prefer not to roam 
Very far from my home 
From my home