The Road Home - Travis Tritt

Full moon risin’over Atlanta

And I’m fourteen stories high

Lookin’down on a street full of people

Just like bees in a hive

Lord sometimes I feel like a number

Like somebody lost my name

I just couldn’t wait to get here to the city

Now I can’t remember why I came

And the road home keeps on gettin’longer

Old friends and yesterdays are further away

And that old home grown feelin’s gettin’stronger

Sayin’I’m gonna be a goner if I don’t go back someday.

Cattails growin’down by the river

So crystal clear in my mind

And there’s a song that I still remember

Sung by the wind in the pines

Lord the people ain’t never in a hurry

Ain’t never bothered by time

They just take their troubles and all of their worries

And hang 'em on the end of a fishin’line

And the road home keeps on gettin’longer

Old friends and yesterdays are further away

And that old home grown feelin’s gettin’stronger

Sayin’I’m gonna be a goner if I don’t go back someday.

And the road home keeps on gettin’longer

Old friends and yesterdays are further away

And that old home grown feelin’s gettin’stronger

Sayin’I’m gonna be a goner if I don’t go back someday.

And the road home keeps on gettin’longer

Old friends and yesterdays are further away

And that old home grown feelin’s gettin’stronger

Sayin’I’m gonna be a goner if I don’t go back someday.

Sayin’I’m gonna be a goner if I don’t go back someday