The only the thing I see ahead, is just the heat a rising off the road   The rainbows I've been chasing keep on fading before I find my pot of gold   And more and more I'm thinking, that the only treasures that I'll ever know   Are long ago and far behind, wrapped up in my memories of home      Home was a swimming hole and a fishing pole   And the feel of a muddy row between my toes   Home was a back porch swing where I would sit   And mom would sing amazing grace, while she hung out the clothes      Home was an easy chair with my daddy there   And the smell of Sunday supper on the stove   My footsteps carry me away   But in my mind I'm always going home      Now the miles I put behind me ain't as hard as the miles that lay ahead   And it's way too late to listen to the words of wisdom that my daddy said   But the straight and narrow path he showed me   Turned into a thousand winding roads      My footsteps carry me away   But in my mind I'm always going home      Home was a swimming hole and a fishing pole   And the feel of a muddy row between my toes   Home was a back porch swing where I would sit   And mom would sing amazing grace, while she hung out the clothes      Home was an easy chair with my daddy there   And the smell of Sunday supper on the stove   My footsteps carry me away   But in my mind I'm always going home      The straight and narrow path he showed me   Turned into a thousand winding roads   My footsteps carry me away   But in my mind I'm always going home