Back Home by Wayne Hanco*k Well it sure is hot and my cloths are sticking to me, There's nothing out here but blowing dust, far as I can see I got strapped on my back everything I own But I know it'll be all right when I get back home The cars keep pa**ing me by but I really don't care For two weeks now I've been walking this road Living on luck and prayer It's the longest that I've been away and gone But I know it'll be all right when I get back home Back home, there's good old country cooking And those I love will be waiting there for me It sure got dark and I think I saw some lightning in that cloud I just heard a peel of thunder Boy it sure was loud This is the hardest kind of walk I've ever known But I know it'll be all right when I get back home Instrumental Back home, there's good old mammas cooking And those I love will be waiting there for me The rain keeps a coming down in sheets and my cloths are soaking wet The runoffs getting deeper But I ain't drowning yet The cold rain really chills me to the bone, But I know it'll be all right when I get back home. Yeah, I know it'll be all right when I get back home