Goin' Back Home

First I planned to stay but I can't live this way I'm going back home where I was born Try to understand I think this city's grand But with all its charms give me a little country farm I'm going back home where I was born Oh yeah now, oh yeah, oh yeah now, oh yeah I tell you all about it, I think you ought to know Tell you all about it why I wanna go I miss the country preacher and the house of prayer I miss the bootlegger smelling in the air Miss friendly faces and the country smiles The crickets singing, you can hear it for miles I miss the rooster crowing at the break of dawn Yes it all happens where I was born Miss the fried chicken, colored greens Miss the hot biscuits and the Lima beans Miss the prayer meetings where people pray With the drum beating...