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