Going Home Its cold up here in Chicago, 1000 miles from home I知 high as a kite and still feeling so down low The birds fly south for winter, and somehow man was made to roam For the highway signs of freedom, and the double lines that lead you home CHORUS Let the rolling of the rhythm of this road I知 on Engine humming out its one note song Just let the sweet melody of the rising sun lead me on I知 going home I知 going home I致e traveled 900 miles, and got 100 more to go I知 searching for the steel guitar on AM radio I can smell the Jasmine and honey suckle on the vine I get that old familiar feeling rolling south down 29 CHORUS I知 going home I知 going home I知 going home (words and music by James Wilson) copyright 2009 Joey S Arm Publishing