Oh the whippoorwill roosts on the telephone pole
And the Georgia sun goes down
Well it's been a long time but I'm glad to say
That I'm goin' back down to my home town
Goin' down to the Greyhound station
Gonna buy me a one-way fare
Well if the good Lord's willin' and the creeks don't rise
By tomorrow I'll be right there
Don't it make you want to go home
Don't it make you want to go home
All God's children get weary when they roam
Don't it make you want to go home
There's a six-lane highway down by the creek
Where I went skinny-dippin' as a child
And a drive-in show where the meadows used to grow
And the strawberries used to grow wild
There's a drag strip down by the riverside
Where my grandma's cow used to graze
Now the grass don't grow and the river don't flow
Like it did in my childhood days
Don't it make you want to go home
Don't it make you want to go home
All God's children get weary when they roam
Don't it make you want to go home
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