I'm Going Home - The Kingston Trio

Well, no matter where I wandered I know I’ll always find a welcome at the end

of every journey

There’ll be friendly people waitin'

California would not hold me 'though I loved her timber mountains

Worked her fields and worked her orchids up and down her central valley

I have driven open highway through the golden Utah valley

And I watched the rivers gently gliding.

I wave my hand to friendly people

California would not hold me 'though I loved her timber mountains

Worked her fields and worked her orchids up and down her central valley

Folks who know me call me a drifter.

They don’t know I’ll stop my ramblin'

They don’t know that someday somewhere somebody’s gonna make me settle down

I’m going home, Lord, I’m going home.

(Repeat and then chorus twice)

I’m going home!