Guess I Knew It All Along

I'd Have To Come Back Home

'Caude This Living On The Road

Only Makes Me Tired And Sore

Like A Bird Without A Nest

Like A Stranger In The Night

And My Soul Cries Out For Rest

And The End Is Not In Sight

Tastes Like Sweet Magnolia Wine

Honey Dripping From Your Mouth

And That Sweet Little Gal Of Mine

She's The Finest In The South

Now The Day's Are Gettin'longer

And The Nights Are Gettin' Colder

I Just Want To Come Back Home

Lay My Head Down On Your Shoulder

Guess I Knew It All Along

I'd Have To Come Back Home

'Caude This Living On The Road

Only Makes Me Tired And Sore

Like A Bird Without A Nest

Like A Stranger In The Night

And My Soul Cries Out For Rest

And The End Is Not In Sight