Guess I knew it all along,
that I'd have to go back home
Cause this livin' on the road,
oh it makes me tired and sore
Like a bird without a nest
Like a stranger in the night
And my soul must have its rest
But the end is not in sight
Like that sweet magnolia wine
Honey dripping from your mouth
And that little gal of mine,
And the nights are getting longer,
and the days are getting colder
And I wanna go back home and lay my head
I guess I knew it all along
That I'd have to go back home
Cause it's living on the road
Oh, it makes me tired and sore
Like a bird without a nest
Yeah, like a stranger in the night
And my soul must have its rest
But the end is not in sight
And my soul must have its rest
And my soul must harvest rest
But the end is not in sight
