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
Folks who know me call me a drifter. they don't know i'll stop
They don't know that someday somewhere somebody's gonna make me
I'm going home, lord, i'm going home. (repeat and then chorus
I'm going home!
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