Letra da Música: Home - Charles David Sharp

I like to sing about my home
I like to say things sometimes all wrong
I like to live where the fish do bite
I like to hunt my game mostly at night
Mostly at night

And I feel lucky I’m home
And I’m so miserable when I’m gone
And I prefer not to roam
Very far from my home

I like to hear my father pray before our meals
I like to hear young children holler, play, and squeal
I like to live where I can grow my own
It’s not much of a place but it’s the place I call my home
It’s the place I call my own

And I feel lucky I’m home
And I’m so miserable when I’m gone
And I prefer not to roam
Very far from my (home)

I was thinkin’ just today
That there must be a better way
I work my fingers to the bone
And still ain’t worthy of a loan

And I feel lucky I’m home
And I’m so miserable when I’m gone
And I prefer not to roam
Very far from my home
From my home