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Home where the river runs cold The water tastes good the winters ain't cold Home where trees grow tall The homefires burn and the whippoorwills call Well I've been a traveler most of my life I never took a home I never took a wife I ran away young and decided to roam I wanna see my mama and my daddy back home Home where the river runs cold... I remember stories that my pappa used to tell My eyes get big and my chest begin to swell I could sit for hours and listen with glee As he'd tell of how he lived when he's a boy like me Home where the river runs cold... Oh mama dear mama do you still love your boy After my roamin' can I still bring you joy Mama sent a letter got it not long ago It said come home I'm a missing you so Home where the river runs cold...