G C G
Oh I knew it all along, I'd have to come back home
G C
G
Because this living on the road only makes me tired and so
G Em D C G
Like a bird without a nest, like a stranger in the night
G C G
My soul cries out for rest and the end is not in sight
Break
G C
G
Tastes like sweet magnolia wine, honey dripping from her mouth
G C
G
Oh that sweet little gal of mine, she's the finest in the south
G Em D C G
Now the days are getting longer, nights are getting colder
G C
G
I just want to go back home and lay my head upon her shoulder
Break
G C G
Oh I knew it all along, I'd have to come back home
G C
G
Because this living on the road only makes me tired and so
G Em D C G
Like a bird without a nest, like a stranger in the night
G C G
My soul cries out for rest and the end is not in sight
