There’s a thousand songs about the go’in,
Ten thousand ’bout the com’in home again.
You’d think by now
We’d all have figured out
A way to grow that factors out the pain.
I know I couldn’t get it from my father.
I know I couldn’t hear my momma cry.
Back when I started out
Down that long highway,
The highway’s all I had upon my mind.
I’m going back
Back home again, oh,
Take your troubles son
To the place that once you knew as home.
Now I’m fight’in my way back up to the surface.
But at least I know what’s up and what is down.
And to all the ones I’ve hurt
I make a solemn promise,
That I will never stand and watch another drown.
I’m going to stand out in the sun and let my scars show.
I’m going to tell ‘em there’s no romance in the pain.
And when they choose that same old road,
Despite the telling that I’ve told,
I’ll be there waiting when they come back home again.
I’m going back
Back home again, oh,
Take your troubles son
To the place that once you knew as home.
I’m going back
Back home again, oh, tell your children
Take your troubles son
To the place that once you knew as home.