I'm Going Home

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 mountains
Worked her fields and worked her orchids up and down her central valley

I have driven open highway through the golden Utah valley
And I watched the rivers gently gliding. I wave my hand to friendly people

California would not hold me 'though I loved her timber mountains
Worked her fields and worked her orchids up and down her central valley

Folks who know me call me a drifter. They don't know I'll stop my ramblin'
They don't know that someday somewhere somebody's gonna make me settle down

I'm going home, Lord, I'm going home...