I've been out here on the road a while now
Seen the Colorado mountains and the lakes of Idaho
But I'm coming home, i'm coming home, i'm coming home
I've been playing this guitar for years now
Travelled from place to place and been on big jet planes
But i'm coming home, i'm coming home, i'm coming home
To the place where I grew up down that old dirt road
That big old tree with the timber swing where I'd sit and write my songs
I'm a small town girl with a travelling urge taking the whole world on
Oooooooh, I like coming home
To my mumma's warm hug and friendly smile
To all the familiar faces I used to see all the time
Now i've grown, now i've grown, now i've grown
From the place where I grew up down that old dirt road
That big old tree with the timber swing where I'd sit and write my songs
I'm a small town girl with a travelling urge taking the whole world on
Oooooooh, I like coming home, I like coming home
To the place where I grew up down that old dirt road
That big old tree with the timber swing where I'd sit and write my songs
I'm a small town girl with a travelling urge taking the whole world on
Oooooooh, I like coming home. I like coming home
I've been out here on the road a while now