Lyrics:
the rat race
And these days that's a special way of life
Down home, where they know you by name and treat you like family
Down home, a man's good word
turning once again
Well this bus we ride we call our home
And it's what keeps us moving on
But eleven months on this road
I'm going home
Family's
don't come home at night
A free spirit
You had special charms
Raised up in the country
Down on the farm
In the family grove
You took my name
But
To an evenin' spent like so many spent
With mom and dad at home
When dad would get the old guitar down
And sing a family song
Sing a family song, sing
a family tree
With a branch of our own closer to home
Closer to home ensuring our family
Stays on the throne
the rat race
And these days that's a special way of life
Down home, where they know you by name and treat you like family
Down home, a man's good word
Her parents said, "Girl, don't leave home"
But her heart kept cheering her on
She had a real good man, a steady job
But the two of them just
family tree.
But folks who really love me made me welcome as could be,
Don't ever be afraid, don't ever be afraid to go home.
I used to be afraid
Her parents said, "Girl, don't leave home"
But her heart kept cheering her on
She had a real good man, a steady job
But the two of them just
When you try to bring our spirit home
Won't you celebrate our lives
In a way that's right for our children
And families
When you write your
push me too far I just might"
He said, "Leave me alone, I'm a family man
Don't leave me alone 'cause I got to go home please
Leave me alone, I'm
When you meet your maker
We'll be your undertaker
Forkem Family Funeral Home
The cheapest destination
With two-for-one cremation
Forkem Family
the rat race
And these days that's a special way of life
Down home, where they know you by name and treat you like family
Down home, a man's good word
push me too far I just might"
He said, "Leave me alone, I'm a family man
Don't leave me alone 'cause I got to go home please
Leave me alone, I'm
to read the seasons and he learned to make a stand
Oh Montana, give this child a home
Give him the love of a good family and a woman of his own
Give
It's very good to be home...
It feels real good to be home...
And, and, uh, and you're my family... Thank you for coming...
I, uh, I didn't mean... I
old-fashioned Christmas back home
An old-fashioned Christmas, give me an old-fashioned Christmas
Family faces, wide open spaces, covered with snow
Right now
to read the seasons and he learned to make a stand
Oh Montana, give this child a home
Give him the love of a good family and a woman of his own
Give
When you try to bring our spirit home
Won't you celebrate our lives
In a way that's right for our children
And families
When you write your
Well I was raised up by the golden rule
In an old house with a patched up roof
We had a hard home but it pulled us close
We were family
Oh that
cellular phone
I got my wife and kids waitin' for their daddy
At the baggage claim Lord I miss my family
I just wanna get home Lord
I'm gettin' no signal
to read the seasons and he learned to make a stand
Oh Montana, give this child a home
Give him the love of a good family and a woman of his own
Give
Everybody needs a home
The life we live is tricky tricky
I love my home, and my family
Who's gonna love you when the
Mountain gets steep?
We're gonna
home to, this is my shelter
It ain't easy growing up in World War III
Never knowing what love could be, you'll see
I don't want love to destroy me
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