Letras de I'm Going Home

Well, no matter where I wander
I know I′ll always find a welcome
At the end of every journey
There'll be friendly people waiting

California could not hold me
Though I loved her timber mountains
Worked her fields and worked her orchards
Up and down her Central Valley

I have driven open highway
Through the golden Utah valley
And I watched the rivers gently gliding
I waved my hand to friendly people

California could not hold me
Though I loved her timber mountains
Worked her fields and worked her orchards
Up and down her Central Valley

Folks who know me call me a drifter
They don′t know I'll stop my rambling
They don't know that someday
Somewhere somebody′s gonna make me settle down
I′m going home, Lord, I'm, I′m going home
I'm going home, Lord, I′m, I'm going home

Well, no matter where I wander
I know I′ll always find a welcome
At the end of every journey
There'll be friendly people waiting

California could not hold me
Though I loved her timber mountains
Worked her fields and worked her orchards
Up and down her Central Valley

I'm going home