Oh, I knew it along,
I'd have to come back home
'Cause this livin' on the road
only makes me tired and sore

Like a bird without a nest
and a stranger in the night,
oh, 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 little girl of mine,
she's the finest in the South

Oh, the days are getting longer
and the nights are getting colder
I just want to come back home,
lay my head on your shoulder

Oh, I knew it along,
I'd have to come back home
'Cause livin' on the road
only makes me tired and sore

Like a bird without a nest
and a stranger in the night,
oh, my soul cries out for rest
and the end is not in sight

Yeah, my soul cries out for rest
and the end is not in sight
Oh, oh, not in sight
Yeah, yeah, not in sight
Oh-oh-oh-ohh