this old road has got me thinkin.
am i really sinkin?
have i forgotten where it really all began?
back home on the front porch,
with mama in the kitchen.
singing songs with my daddy and his friends.

as this silver eagle's taking me
far away from where i used to be
i can think of all the things i love the most.
like the way my mama's cooking was
and the love my daddy gave
back on the farm
remember when

we sang songs about jesus
and played good ole country music
and we danced every dance till the end
we had chicken and dumplings
and hot water cornbread
i really wish that i could go back there again
back on the farm
remember when

i never knew this road would go so far
from fried potatos now it's caviar
living life the way that all the rockstars do
never thought i'd want to go back home
sometimes i think i'm to far gone
to go back to the farm where i belong