born in the bayou down in louisiana
heading for a new live up in texacana
now i'm coming home
to the places where i belong

it seems so long
i was not at home
i was not at home since i was gone

i walked out
i walked out that door at home
much too young and maybe much too soon

home is a place
like no other all around
i've seen so many on my way to you

years passing by
sometimes i laugh sometimes i cry
but deep in my heart a candle will burn for you

i find no words
to show what's in my heart
when i cross the border back to the promised land

like a stream
like a stream that looks for the sea
i find my way back home and i am free