Thumbing for a ride by the edge of the road With a brown paper bag to hold my clothes But tonight I'm going home where I belong If the good lord's willing and the creek don't rise And if my luck holds out, and I catch me a ride When the sun goes down tomorrow, I should be home This big city ain't no kind of place For a country girl with a friendly face If you smile people look at your funny, they take it wrong They laugh at my talkin' and clothes I wear They put me down and they call me square But tonight I'm going home where I belong
I'm goin' back to the people I love Back to the place that I dream of It's true that there's no place like home sweet home The one I want to see the most Is the boy who begged me not to go When the sun goes down tomorrow
