Old home place

    Thyere's a place I long to be
    A place that I call home
    A place where I was born and raised
    A place I call my own


Every night upon the porch
I'd hear the whipporwills
Singing to me in their lonesome sound
Giving me cold chills


	* Refrain


A bare foot boy that roamed the hells
So prominent and so plain
Tell his life just how it was
A story that never will change


	* Refrain