I'm Going Home
Written by Fred Gies

Well no matter, where I wander.
I know I'll always find a welcome.
At the end of every journey,
they'll be friendly people waiting.

Chorus:
California, could not hold me.
Though I loved her timber mountains.
Worked her fields and worked her orchids
up and down her central valleys.

I have driven open highways,
through the golden Utah valley.
As I watch the rivers gently gliding,
I wave my hand to friendly people.

(Chorus)

Folks who know me call me a drifter,
they don't know I'll stop my rambling.
They don't that some day,
somewhere somebody's gonna make me settle down.
I'm going home lord I'm going home.
I'm going home lord I'm going home.
I'm going home lord I'm going home.

Well no matter, where I wander.
I know I'll always find a welcome.
At the end of every journey,
they'll be friendly people waiting.

(Chorus)I'm- go-ing home-!