(Jimmy Rodgers)



I am dreaming, tonight, of an old southern town,

And the best friend that I ever had.

For I've grown so weary of roaming around,

And I'm going home to my Dad.



Your hair has turned to silver,

And I know you're failing too.

Daddy, dear, oh, Daddy,

I'm coming back to you.

You made my childhood happy,

But still I longed to roam.

I've had my way, but now I'll say,

I long for you and for home.



Dear Daddy, you shared all my sorrows and joys;

You tried hard to bring me up right.

I know you'll still be one of the boys.

I'm starting back home tonight.



Your hair has turned to silver,

And I know you're failing too.

Daddy, dear, oh, Daddy,

I'm coming back to you.

You made my childhood happy,

But still I longed to roam.

I've had my way, but now I'll say,

I long for you and for home.



I've had my way, but now I'll say,

I long for you and for home.