Lyrics

The fire place just crackles in my cabin home
Leaves outside ablaze gently turning brown
Homemade bread on the kitchen stove
Wine in my glass and I’m home from the road
I got the smell of the woods in my clothes
Snow in the air

There’s an autumn sunset evening gently coming down
I think I’ll take my son in the woods and watch him run around
Or stay inside with some oils and a brush
And paint to the music of my friend Sam Bush
I’ve had a song in my head for days
I could write that, too

Just glad to be home
Back in my farmhouse now
I miss my kids, the taste of my coffee and that peaceful sound
I love to travel around
And play my songs from town to town
Buy I wait for the end of the road
When there’s no place left to go
And I know I’m finally home

You know Sam can really play that fiddle and mandolin
I pick up my guitar and try to play along with him
Maybe it’s the wine but I play too slow
I can’t keep up but that’s how it goes
I’m the best there ever was
when I’m home
The sound of my young son sleeping in the other room
What a precious gift I know will drift away too soon
So I play a little song on my ‘ol banjo
With a little help from Bela and J.D. Crow
To the thunderous applause of my stereo

I love to be home
Back in the beauty of my own hometown
I miss my kids, the taste of my coffee and this peaceful sound
I love to travel around
And sing for you in your hometown

But when they turn the spotlight low
I look for the end of the road
And there’s no place left to go
But home