The Folks Back Home
The people back home know everything there is to know about me ; I can be gone for years and still they’ll know where I’ve been ; I read an article in the paper about people like me ; Thought I’d outrun them by now but then back home ; They always see everything that I see before me ; The people back home tell every story there is to tell about me ; And the stories they come up with are most of the time true ; But me, I get confused by looking in the mirror ; The only time I recognize myself is when I look at my dad ; And get nervous from having to grow old without him; There’s a corner in my heart for the folks back home ; There’s a corner in my heart for the folks back home ; And my daddy says I should always remember my story ; ’cause there will come a time when all the folks back home will die ; And that one day I will sit my children down ; And tell them every story there is to tell about the folks back home; How they knew everything there was to know about me ; And I’ll look at them and hope that one day I could say the same ; There’s a corner in my heart for the folks back home; 