The Folks Back Home

One, two, three, four

People back home know everything there is to know about me
I can be gone for years and still they'll know where I've been
Read an article in the papers about people like me
Thought I've outrun them now
But then back home they always see everything that I see before me

People back home tell every story there is to tell about me
And the stories they come up with are most of the time true
Me, I get confused by looking in the mirror
The only time I recognize myself is when I look at my dad
And get nervous from having to grow old without him

There's a corner in my heart
For the folks back home
There's a corner in my heart
For the folks back home

And my daddy says I should always remember my story
'Cause there will come a time when all the folks back home will die
And that one day I will sit my children down
Tell them every story there is to tell about the folks back home
And how they knew everything there was to know about me
And I look at them and hope that one day I could say the same

There's a corner in my heart
For the folks back home
There's a corner in my heart
For the folks back home
There's a corner in my heart
For you (For you)
There's a corner in my heart
There's a corner in my heart
There's a corner in my heart