Written by Tom Hambridge, Jeffrey Steele, Donnie Van Zant and Johnny Van Zant

I swear I gave up drinkin';
Sometimes I have no choice,
After singin' hard, six nights straight,
A little sip sure helps my voice
Don't get me wrong, I love these songs,
An' I know I've got it made
Sometimes my mind starts driftin',
When I'm up here on the stage

To that last half-mile of dirt road,
An' that oak tree on the hill
To those dogs out, barkin' in the yard,
An' that tractor in the field
An' them kids up on the front porch,
Screamin': "Mamma, Daddy's home!"
When I'm out here, I'm just thinkin',
About the things I miss the most

Yeah, the hardest bthing I have to do,
Is hang up this telephone
There's so much left to talk about,
An' I been gone so long
So put them kids on one more time,
Before they go to sleep
And, baby, no, no matter where I go,
All that I can see,

Is that last half-mile of dirt road,
An' that oak tree on the hill
To those dogs out, barkin' in the yard,
An' that tractor in the field
An' them kids up on the front porch,
Screamin': "Mamma, Daddy's home!"
When I'm out here, I'm just thinkin',
About the things I miss the most

The things I miss the most
The things I miss the most
An' it's killin'me:
I hate to leave this family that you've given me,
God only knows, I hate to go,
So hold me close and let me let you know,
About the things I miss the most

Instrumental Break

People always ask me,
After every show,
"Of all the places that you've ever been,
"What's your favorite place to go?"

It's that last half-mile of dirt road,
An' that oak tree on the hill
An' those dogs out, barkin' in the yard,
An' that ol' tractor in the field
An' them kids up on the front porch,
Screamin': "Mamma, Daddy's home!"
When I'm out here, I'm just thinkin',
'Bout the things I miss the most

While I'm out here, I'm just thinkin',
About the things I miss the most